“Skid-Row.”

Ill chill wind blows. Cold biting skin.
Down to the bone. Makeshift shelter.
No comfort. No home.
The storm is upon them. Sally-Ann is full.
Living death. Way back when.
Each person’s story. Is similar to a degree.
Some sort of trauma. Bad luck befallen.
Forced them to flee. Walking away.
Death of their will.

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Their spirit trapped. Within a vessel broken.
Shattered lives. Purgatory’s kiss.
Hiding from the past. Wandering death.
Its embrace overpowers. The weak minded.
Broken hearted. Downtrodden, shredded.
Lying upon the ground. waiting for their end.

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Unable to cope. Begging for coins.
Broken vessels all. Ambassadors of society.
Unable to feel. Unable to see.
Unable to heal. Unable to conceal.
Left to fate. Lifeless reality.
They enter the void. All are equal on this path.

(Insert refrain)

Welcome to Skid-Row.

Refrain:
Welcome to Skid-Row.
Nowhere to run.
Welcome to Skid-Row.
Nowhere to go.
Welcome to Skid-Row.
Nowhere to run.
Welcome to Skid-Row.
Nowhere to go.