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.
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The Dissentience Lyrics

Protest The Hero – The Dissentience Lyrics

Songwriters: TIM MILLAR, ARIF MIRABDOLBAGHI, RODY WALKER, MOE CARLSON, LUKE HOSKIN
The Dissentience lyrics © COINFISH PUBLISHING

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