I have been walking in my sleep

And only now I am beginning to wake up

I used to have nightmares

Now I know they are for real

Sweat, confused, disoriented, lost

Like a claustrophobic in a cage

And I want to get the fuck out

These problems we have are very much for real

Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive?

These scraps we are served only increases the ever-present hunger

For something more, something more than crumbs from a sickening table

Oh mind troubled, oh heart flat and punctured

Only frustrations are flowing in these veins

There is no food, there is no refuge

Still we marvel at our own madness

In the gaze of a world we created

But still cannot recognize as our own

Ugly as it is to us now

An image of harmony at the centre of misery

Freedom lost to slavery

I used to have nightmares

Now I know they are for real

Try to take one step over the edge

And see where you fall

You’ll see they look down on you

You’ll see they throw stones at you

And spit

These problems we have are very much for real

Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive?

These scraps we are served only increases the ever-present hunger

For something more, something more than crumbs from a sickening table