Anarchy of Dirt Pat the Bunny

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 crosswire
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 don't listen
'Til I return to the communism of the worms
Without god or master there
Six feet underneath the earth
The commune of the dirt

I sleep at night like a flaming tire
Like city traffic blocks, like bottles at the police
I wake up and tell myself "live like you mean it!"
I don't know 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 anarchism of the worms
Without god or master there
Six feet underneath the earth