Julius Butty - 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 are agreeing with each other) Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing The law is aging (oh yes it is) 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, 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, regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals Brought together to burn, brought together to burn Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing Interpret 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 Or the monsters in her bed Who hacked her To blood-meat Somebody's little girl Dreams of the things she read Or the monsters in her bed Who hacked her to blood-meat