Anarchy Of Dirt

(альбом: Ceschi / Pat The Bunny - 2016)

I got sober like a man drowning
Like a fish breathing, like Dracula sunbathing
In a place where the ground itself will stab you
The land itself will cut you
It will kill you if it's able
I arrived so certain I was ready
But nowadays I think there is no hurry
To return to the anarchism of the worms
Without God or master there
Six feet underneath the earth
The anarchy of dirt

I keep living like a crosswire
Like sabotage, like a lock glued shut
The ones like us seek each other like a brick finds glass
Like a fascist meets a grave, like sharks to blood
We gather what we can of shattered selves and face each other
I'll let the darkness speak for me when my bones don't listen
'Til I return to the communism of the worms
Without God or master there
Six feet underneath the earth
The commune of the dirt

I sleep at night like a flaming tire
Like city traffic blocks, like bottles at the police
I wake up and tell myself "live like you mean it!"
I don't know the stakes I play but they're worth everything to me
And I know that you're always tired comrade
Just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
When we return to the anarchism of the worms
Without God or master there
Six feet underneath the earth

The anarchy of dirt
The commune of the dirt