Waking up to the uncomfortable reality
I have no peers
Or if I do they’re nowhere near
We are all scattered across the earth
Sewing chaos and confusion to everyone and everything we are near
But perhaps it is safer this way
Because if you collect us in one spot
We could rule the day
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