The Dissentience lyrics Protest The Hero

The Dissentience Lyrics

Protest The Hero

Down the street half a block away
In a familliar place,
Regular people agree with each other in smoke signals

Down the street half a block away in a familliar place
Where regular people all agree with each other

Interprets the law as ageing
With its eyesight failing, the law is ageing

Oh, sitting across, telling stories,
So sit across the table, our eyes unclose like books weve 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 familliar place, with regular people

Agree with each other in smoke signals
Brought together to burn the that brings them together

Intrepret the law as ageing 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.