there's treachery that awaits us
under the falls of sleep a false oasis
where they face us all
up against a wall
leave us begging
for the coup de grace
to deliver us mercy till dawn
high moonshine lit the darkness
and a changeling's metamorphose
with a force that pulls
toward disaster
against the push
of a puppet master
that brings us to our knees until the dawn
what are we more than nerve and bone
with a heart hewn against a grindstone
but all we seek is mercy until dawn
against your mutiny
we're too weak to punish
the seven times your sword is brandished
so we thrust ourselves upon its point
begging for nothing more
than to reach its joint
and deliver us mercy until dawn

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): ANNA LOUISE KRIPPENSTAPEL, CATHERINE ANN IRWIN, CHRISTOPHER GEER MORGAN, DAVID WAYNE GAY, JANET BEVERIDGE BEAN, NEAL WAYNE ARGABRIGHT