The Dissentience Lyrics

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 and

In a familiar place regular people

Agree with each other



Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing

The law is aging

  (Oh, yes it is)

Oh, sitting across, telling stories

Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice

  (So sit across the table, feed me some lies)



So cry ghost baby



So on the shelves lined with spines

The dust collects as scattered ash from an urn unturned

Spilling over someone regular and other such regulars



Cry ghost and boast of the 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 regular people

Agree with each other in smoke signals

Brought together to burn, brought together to burn



Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing

Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing



Somebody's little girl

Dreams of the things she's read



Somebody's, somebody's little girl

Dreams of the things she read

Of the monsters in her bed

Who hacked her to blood-meat



Somebody's little girl

Dreams of the things she read

Of the monsters in her bed

Who hacked her to blood-meat