Asleep or awake, eyes opened or closed
We'll see through boarded windows and cracked concrete
You and me- all of us- we will be dischord, volatile, and explosive
We will write our own histories
We'll not let on to faking and plant a thousand lies
They won't know; no one will know our truth
We see the logic in revision and practice what we hate- so revel in your contradiction, a wrench in some machine