The Hunger Alt Version

Look at you gilded doll, your hands have never known  
The filth that makes us crawl, the seeds that we have sown.  
It doesn't seem to strike you, the difference in our blood.  
You're bathed in light, we're mired in night,  
Two worlds apart.  

A prince and a pauper, one's a savior, one's a stain  
Two futures but they're not the same