I know what it’s like to be invincible
walking through the streets of London
wind biting at my face and
cold cutting to the bone
I fear nothing
the night cannot get me
the criminals cannot get me
the gods cannot
god cannot
no government
nor act of fate either
I fear nothing
but then I wander back home
frostbit and travel-weary
thawing my whole being as I rush inside
and as I melt
so does my ambition
and I remember who I really am and
sigh
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
I know what it’s like to be invincible
walking through the streets of London
wind biting at my face and
cold cutting to the bone
I fear nothing
the night cannot get me
the criminals cannot get me
the gods cannot
god cannot
no government
nor act of fate either
I fear nothing
but then I wander back home
frostbit and travel-weary
thawing my whole being as I rush inside
and as I melt
so does my ambition
and I remember who I really am and
sigh
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