Homo Pauperis

Hold me tight till we blaze up Hold that door to the sky So much gold in the graveyard Only dreams left alive And they treat us like Why I treat you like Why you treat me like Like Nothing I need Someone told me you gave up Be the dream of the world Holy life it is made up Gods have died long ago And they treat us like Why I treat you like Why you treat me like Like Nothing I need Who we are Who we are Povere Who we are Who we are Povere Who we are Who we are Who we are Who we are Who we are Who we are Why they treat us like Why they treat us like It's 1984 POVERE