Mutiny Mutiny

Hallowed be thy
Hollow claims
A kingdom of the mundane

The sacred
The profane
Walked between like drops of rain

Give to us
Our daily poverty
Suffocating slowly
Too little air to breathe

Petition the soul
To be sill and comply
I want to wake before I die
I want to wake before I die

Give to us
Our daily poverty
Lucidity the weapon
Sleep the enemy

Drink long
Drink deep
From this roaring stream

I'll see you when I see you
If I see you at all
There's no one there to carry us
We pick ourselves up
When we fall