Spectacle Sleepwalking
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, distorted, lost
Like a claustrophobic in a cage
and I just want to get the f..ck out
These problems we have got 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 that 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
