Awake?/ I have nothing/ Absorbed
Slowly into inevitability
Deep roots slither into the earth

My thoughts are numb and alert
It is the same when I am sleeping
Confusing revelations


See them take aim
Steal away your rights again


They slip away like dreams
Even as I'm dreaming

Thoughts obey patterns
Old warehouse computers
Out future becomes the past

As it all gently disappears
Out eyes remain open
While our mind recoils


Like serpents in plain sight
Received as angels and heroes

In the arms of the terrified masses
Change is fear/ Fear is the devil
The devil has angels at his side

The devil has angels at his side