Dark Hearts and Cold Eyes

Dark is the heart that beats for truth

Sometimes I buy a second hand suit, with a bit of life in it, I wander down the rich streets of London, and pretend I made it. I order an expensive pizza and a ten pound glass of wine. I go along with the great conjuring act. I'm laughing on the inside. I'm laughing at the world, for now. There will come a time when I take it too seriously again. I will forget to laugh. The world abandons those who forget to laugh.

Cold are the eyes of the Yuppie

I looked into the cold eyes of the middle class, they turned their backs on me, like a poor relation, like they smelt stench of lessor blood. I thought for a moment it was hatred, it wasn't, it was indifference.
   I looked into the eyes of the homeless and saw acquiescence. They had been fucked, and they knew they were going to get fucked again, fucked by the government, fucked by the tycoons, fucked by their brothers and sisters. They weren't laughing and nor was I.

Dark is the heart that beats for truth
Light is the heart that beats for you

Cold are the eyes of the middle class
Love: the only honest path