(Mostly atmospheric — minimal lyrics, maximum space)
[Whispered opening]
"Before the first king
Before the first commandment
Before the first border drawn in someone else's blood
There was this"
[Verse — slow, barely above silence]
No doctrine reaches here
No flag was ever planted in this ground
This is the frequency they spent ten thousand years
Trying to drown out with the sound
[Chorus — single repeated line, building slowly]
You were always sufficient
You were always sufficient
You were always sufficient
Without them
[Long atmospheric passage — no lyrics]
[Closing whisper]
"The sovereign self
Has no capital city
Has no representatives
Requires no permission
To exist"