Available in A1 (h594 x w841 mm) & A2 (h420 x w594 mm) sizing.
Printed on Ilford Galerie Smooth Pearl.
White border will appear on finished print.
Milk Bar to the left, Milk Bar to the right,
Addicts to the left, gangs to the right, Mutants scurry along desperately trying not to make eye contact,
The fear of reality kindles their weak anxieties,
Our fickle existence isn’t like the rest, We are the castaways, trodden on by the high society,
Standing there, aliens in our own skin, Living day-to-day trying to fight our demons,
Honouring the little civilisation we created,
We’ll drown in broken dreams,
Or flirt with dreams that are ready to break,
Thinking in passion no matter what the cost,
It could be our short sightedness,
Or maybe the clearer picture is crystal, Eminent change is one choice away,
What’s it like to be a mutant?
The 5.0 pull up and the dictators wave our rights,
They handcuff a brother and send him to Turana,
He stole a car, because he didn’t have money for the train.