When the sun goes down
Is there order beneath the chaos
From the running in the streets
What knife will carve the life
Out from your neck when the
Song that is sung for our elders
Is slit from the air, ripped from
The arms and hands of the
Jewels that are our brothers
And also our sisters these are our
Grandmothers and Grandfathers
It can all be stripped away
Beyond our control, reamed
Stand up for yourself and fall
For the sake of someone else’s
Pride to be the Queen I won’t
Kneel down to lazy dreams
© GÄ
Poétique 