Take that gold watch band around your moneyed hand
You have the watch, but we have the time
Take your power over the land, your final stand
You have the land, but we are the ones who know it
Take your fame, self immolating flame, crush the
ember in your palm
Read a Psalm or a Surah, the river won’t hurt you,
take all day, friend
You have the wind, but we have the sky
You too have an end, as hard as you try
It’s not so scary to die, they say
You have the money, but we have the way
Birds of a feather in the darkness of day
Singing forgotten songs of moonlight’s decay
