Protest the Hero - The Dissentience

Lyrics

Down the street half a block away

In a familiar place,

Regular people agree with each other in smoke signals

Down the street half a block away in a familiar place

Where regular people all agree with each other

Interprets the law as aging

With its eyesight failing, the law is aging

Oh, sitting across, telling stories,

So sit across the table, our eyes unclose like books we've read twice

So cry ghost baby

So on the shelves lined with spines

Dust collects from scattered ash

From an urn unturned

Spilling over someone regular.

And all the such regulars

Cry ghost or boast of a friend of a friend

Who saw a strange sight,

Or heard a strange sound.

Now whisper tall tales of murder

Down the street, half a block away

In a familiar place, with regular people

Agree with each other in smoke signals

Brought together to burn the that brings them together

Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing x2

Somebody's little girl

Dreams of the things she's read

Somebody, somebody's little girl

Dreams of the things she's read

And the monsters in her bed who hacked her

into blood-meat.

Somebody's little girl

Dreams of the things she read

While the monsters in her bed who hacked her

into blood-meat.