Venom
It is us and them
moulded strong and beaten bad
down in the gutter, washed by the sea
in your pinch of salt and cup of tea
It is me and you
standing tall, of molten malt
thick and thin, sober and stoked
in the air you breathe, it is up in smoke
It is the life you live and the dream you see
it is your strength and your disease
it’s holding you together on your feet
you could not swallow, but it’s o’ so sweet
It’s crawling slow on your skin,
and coursing through in your veins
to ease your pain and make you numb
face up to the day, like we are Venom.
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