Amongst the city crawlers, the late night walkers
the long-forgotten frozen squaters,
we'll keep running, you and me
scream our throats raw, dream our hearts free.
You know it's late and cold -
the wrongs and tears forever old.
But we'll keep fighting, you and me
burn all bridges and take up arms, baby.
Cause they'll strangle you for the smallest sound
and break us down and keep us bound.
There's no home left with the Pigs about,
so we'll just keep running 'til our roads run out.
-Nahal, januari 2010