Awake

I found myself a new world

Sailed around its ring

I wrought myself a country

And I crowned myself its king

And I made myself religion

Carved Christ in ivory

And I deemed an airtight Sunday

To justify myself all the bleeding

I clawed myself a nation

And I've shot its waterways

I crack the dirt for smoking

Out rhymes of energy

And I gouged myself a pipeline

I dig myself a mine

I take myself a forest

To sap the growing up of the shrine

I've halted ghosts from dancing

Swept the prayers from the last ones left

I've kept the drums from breathing

It's I that warp the blankest web

It's I that warp the blankest web

To speak in some such tandem

I rip from the condor's wing

I feed on love and bodies

And take the land from them to staunch the living

Take the land from them to staunch their living