It’s ten years today since
You last felt awake
How many days must you seize
How many leaps of faith
Faith, fate and other illusions
Taunt and needle, grinding you down
Far quicker than those bastards who
You swore would never get to you
If you snatch victory from the jaws of defeat
If you seize a day, or a spear, and wield it as a weapon
Where does that really get you when
No survivors set the world on fire
You’re a rodent, we’re all rats
And we’re racing, on rails
Towards our final day
Sit down, feel the grass, sniff the daisies
While you still can, before you’re pushing them up
