I’m just trying to be you knowing that you are me

Well the belly I have longed for is the belly I’m bound to receive

All these chemical conventions count a camouflage cry by the hour

All the concepts that ring out the lies and the aching tower

How do you know this?

All the places I’ve borrowed

All of the ruins of a drunken child

All of this pressure to fight for what’s left had you faking a smile

Oh your tainted rebellion

The tyrant is in your hand

All the conquests of kings will they find what they seek to command?

How do you know this?

You are feigning your autonomy

Still drunk by the thought of me

Claiming your rebellion

While the tyrant is in your hand

This is your rebellion

Little Knower

Or not?

(video coming soon)