I wake in the morning, despair pressing down The vacant stare of sunlight reveals my dark crown I hear all the people—they each feel alone Americans waiting in horror for the clown on his throne What more can these collaborators do for his cause As the masses rise up, surround him with applause? Pushed down and stepped on are others so few Who still fight the darkness that's bleeding right through I close my dark eyes, though I've seen this before How nations collapse at pride's rotting core They call to me daily, though they don't understand— I'm already here, walking across this broken land
