I got sober like a man drowning
like a fish breathing
like Dracula sunbathing
In a place where the ground its self will stab you
the land its self will cut you
it will k** you if its able
I arrived
so certain I was ready
but nowadays
I think there is no hurry
to return to the anarchism of the worms
without god or master they're
six feet underneath the earth
the anarchy of dirt
I keep living like a cross wire
like sabotage
like a lock glued shut
the ones like us
seek each other like a brick finds gla**
like a fascist needs a grave
like sharks to blood
we gather what we can
of shattered cells and face each other
I'll let the darkness speak for me
when my bones don't listen
till I return to the Communism
om of the worms
without god or master they're
6 feet underneath the earth
the commune of the dirt
I sleep at night like a flaming tire
like city traffic blocked like bottles at the police
I walk up tell myself live like you mean it
I don't know the stakes I play but there worth everything to me
and I know that your always tired comrade
just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
when we return to the anarchism of the worms
without god or master they're
6 feet underneath the earth
the anarchy of dirt
the commune of the dirt