It spawns

From every weeping wound

New growth

Coming into bloom

Regeneration

Yet in return

We give

Nothing

Locked inside

A splendid isolation

Scarcity

Myth of institution

Emptiness

That serves economy

And the loneliness

Of our technologies

Cold stillness

As the bottom drops beneath us

Distant from

The loving scent of humus

Whiff of danger

Wafting through the air

The sound of absence

Pregnant with despair

The moment I broke

The yolk of clarity

Shell cracked open

To spill vulgarity

I hеard the name

Of my unknown tyranny

I saw its face

A spеcter before me

I heard my name

And I saw its face

I heard its name

But I saw my face

We call it violence

They call it money

One in the same

One in the same