Lyrics The First of Many Dreams About Monsters - Spring Offensive

The First of Many Dreams About Monsters

Beware the intruder, beware the intruder
I have scissors in my hand.
Move on, move on
Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
He says he’s an artist, he says he’s an artist
Who will take what I miss and make it live through bursts of noise
But I won’t let him be flecked with my blood
And pretend it is his own.
(2x)
Get me a surgeon, I said ‘get me a surgeon'.
(3x)
He wants to feel the stretch so raise him up and tie him down
Petrified in a lab room bell jar.
(2x)
I won’t let him be flecked with my blood
He broke in and he stole you away
Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from
He broke in and he stole you away
Petrified in a lab room bell jar.
(2x)
He broke in and he stole you away
Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from
(Petrified in a lab room bell jar.)
Gentle heart guide me to my car
Take my broken wrists and help me steer
Lead me blind and speaking
Into the darkest canyon deep
I cannot breathe;
down here the air is thick
With animals dying and sick
Help me sing their hopeless chant
Sing it hard and bring you home
In my hand appeared a box of clothes
We gathered round and watched the colours burn and the canyon glow
And in the light I see the face of the animals
I see a fire burn in the face of the animals
I see that I am weak, that I have no choice
And I see what I will be and what I will become
And I see an empty room, a house falling apart
And I see an empty room, a house falling apart
I have such long days ahead
And all that you have is death.(x2)
No angels are watching you
(The walls are not listening)
I’d trade everything I have
(But everything is not enough.)
No angels are watching you
The walls are not listening
I’d trade everything I have
(But everything is not enough.)
My body is a timber frame
My bones are on fire now
My throat is closing in on me
My heart is pumping hard
My head is filled with burning light
My skin is a canvas sick
My rib cage is a creaking chest
My lungs have a puncture leak
I was lost in a frozen wood
I was held by its dirty roots
Close to the earth but far from you
Oh little joy
I was drowning in a sonograph
The ink was running thick as blood
Separate and pull back out
Oh little joy
This is our corrective
Grieving animal incentive
I know we deserve it
Let’s just hope I can learn from it