[Verse 1] You point your fingers — like a sermon stone // But the field stays bare — though the seeds were sown // You chant the sins — of another man // While your own tools rust — in your idle hand // [Chorus] So rise up, sleeper — your roof’s caving in // You blamed the storm — but you slept through the wind // Folded hands — make a bed full of thorns // And poverty comes — like a thief in the morn // [Verse 2] You share your pain — like it buys you worth // But pain’s no excuse — for a hollowed earth // You say the world’s just — out to break your back // But you watched your vineyard — turn to cracks // [Chorus] So rise up, sleeper — your roof’s caving in // You blamed the storm — but you slept through the wind // Folded hands — make a bed full of thorns // And scarcity rides — like a soldier to war // [Bridge] This ain’t shame — it’s an honest call // The door’s wide open — but the hinge might fall // Don’t wait for fire — to rebuild the frame // Get up, start now — and shoulder the name // [Final Chorus] Rise up, sleeper — the harvest is thin // You prayed for rain — but ignored the within // Folded hands — are a choice, not fate // And time’s not kind — to those who wait //
