When dreams sprout legs and walk away more tears on that day than are shed in his name. And when the blood drips from fingertips and empty words fall from cold, dead lips.
When earth shakes and moon cracks the world as we know it are breaking their backs holding up the sky with iron slats. For air is steel and clouds are lead the man in the man in the moon has broken his head because he refused to take his meds.
Sleep now, child dream dreams so wild they'll leave you with a peasant’s smile. When angels fly far away they must they'll abandon you without a crust when marching to glory is upon us.
Leave you, me now lift your might from this brow and make the master bow