We wake

[Frosty da snowman]

And as we lay these demons to rest
These ancient fuckers
These laid back smoking fools of silence
The dust the bones
The old fears

We wake
Not to clouds, blue skies, or harps

No angels
No gates
No Jesus

We wake

To the cast of plaster
The dream of sleepers
The grey memoir

We wake
To the same fear of the yesterday
The old sayings
The monkey faces
The grim reapers
The hatchet men

We wake to another day
We wake to the same flaming Bush