The Dissentience Lyrics - Fortress - Protest The Hero

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.