Leicester City Council

I linger in the catacombs
Surrounded by the common perception
My people stand beside me
Thinking themselves as the rule's exception

I linger in the catacombs
Surrounded by the common deception
My people die beside me
Thinking themselves as the rule's exception

And this is where we live
And this is where we die
At ease with our surroundings
We will not question why

I am grasped by a clasping claw
Broken teeth and a rotting jaw
I hesitantly ask for more
As I scratch at the itch of a weeping sore

I am grasped by a clasping claw
Broken teeth and a rotting jaw
I hesitantly ask for more
As I scratch at the itch of a weeping sore



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