For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.
Dark lit streets are no place for kids
But it gives us more of a home than you ever did
We're the silentists left to our own demise
You're still our last chance to get out of this place alive