Pat the Bunny - Anarchy of Dirt w/ Lyrics

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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 crossed wire, 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 won't listen, until I return to the anarchism of the worms. Without god or master there, six feet underneath the earth. The anarchy of dirt. I sleep at night like a flaming tire, like city traffic blocked, like bottles at police. I wake up and tell myself: "Live like you mean it." I'm not sure 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 communism of the worms. Without god or master there, six feet underneath the earth. The commune of the dirt.