Winking in our dreamsSlumbering past this; our night's error
Sleeping deeply beyond the breaking hour
Leasing mass murderers to slip inside our care
Winking in our dreams
Twisting complicit in cradle’s red linen
We are drowning of this our slacked truth
Sleeping deeply inside mourning nine eleven
White sound weaves
Our breath upon our headless tyranny
Slips inside our busy lives dawdling hope
We are drowning of our worthless quiet dissent
It is time to awake
Cease and desist our hideous moment
Let slip your blade’s humanity within its rib
Awake open eyed of our most looming descent
