Private Scorn Lyrics

Atheist sins

A contradiction in terms

Though I cannot escape

For all my wins

My absolution is worms

No better than an ape

Sometimes I dream of other worlds

Where the bridge is weakening

Wondering when the board will break

When will I stop listening

There's a brook in time underneath the plank

Flowing through a private scorn

To dash us all to tiny bits

There's a book of rhyme far beneath that sank

Drowning in the chains of thorn

To die unread just somehow fits

Furious wind

A revolution yet burns

Though I accept my fate

Wings are now pinned

All pains have taken their turns

I know it's just too late

Sometimes I dream of other worlds

Where the bridge is weakening

Wondering when the board will break

When will I stop listening

There's a brook in time underneath the plank

Flowing through a private scorn

To dash us all to tiny bits

There's a book of rhyme far beneath that sank

Drowning in the chains of thorn

To die unread just somehow fits

There's a me

That's unhappy

But it's not me

I'm not unhappy

I'm not unhappy

I'm not unhappy

There's a brook in time underneath the plank

Flowing through a private scorn

To dash us all to tiny bits

There's a book of rhyme far beneath that sank

Drowning in the chains of thorn

To die unread just somehow fits

There's a me

That's unhappy

But it's not me

I'm not unhappy

I'm not unhappy

I'm not unhappy