Arise, O Conquered Will,
Arise, you crumpled cross
Arise, you bruised mouth
Rise up
Work pours out of your mouth
If the dream arises from the alley
Rise up
Rise up
Arise, O Twisted Will in the Blanket
Arise, O will of the condemned in the room
Rise up
He pulled the glass, broke it
Mother jumped into the pond and
The black eyes of the neighborhood became the sea
And I know
And I know the smell of food means
Someone in the neighborhood is dead again
The alley is hungry
The alley is hungry
The alley is hungry
The alley is hungry
