The sleeper must awaken
One day soon, before he's taken
When shall the merriment end?
When will sorrow no longer trend?
How long 'til society mends?
It's up to me and you, my friend.
The grass is always greener
The protein's always leaner
Regardless, we still hold demeanors
Shared by drunks and assholes, meaner
I am one of those
Who walks around in sodden clothes
Claiming mental treasure troves
Cackling like a murder of crows
It grows
