August 30, 2009 - Nanaimo Harbour

Wake up, wake up, its dusk
The lights are flickering like November's dying sun

Tonight they're going to cut you up
Tonight the world is out for blood
Its written in the songs of men
And their steady, endless, wanton footfalls

And in our hearts we know we couldn't do it
And in our heads its never the same thing
You'll never hear about the burden of numbers
The cost is just, to fill your dinner plate

Wake up, wake up, its dawn, I'm starving
I haven't eaten a goddamn thing in all my life

The sun is wired into every foolish heart's embrace
And this simulated state is never dying
Its written in the songs of sadist sorcerers
And every flavour of your watchful, battered mind

And in our hands we hold a shattered weapon
Its uses known, the world, though, too far gone

Wake up, wake up, its dusk
The lights are flickering like our hearts,
November's almost gone