Dream 1867 Lyrics

You have useful indiscretions

Within a shock of hair

You hold my dark and ruined heart

In cold and sterile air

She is dark and soaring spectacle

A fine and tawdry lie

A monotone hymn in twilight dim

Where truth has gone awry

You

You and all your misery

You

You and all your empathy

I

Eyes in front, swallow toxicity

And I

Can't keep holding on

To what you got for me

You should know there's beast in me

A devil sick of sin

Hard to look at, good to see

Talking in the wind

We get the masters we deserve

Mourning in the afternoon

In soulless solace we unbuckle

Too late is none too soon

You

You and all your misery

You

You and all your empathy

You

You and your sad luxury

You

You ransom the promise of ecstacy

I

Turn a blind eye in willful ignorance

And I

Can't keep holding on

To what you got for me

You

You and all your misery

You

You and all your empathy

I

Eye the prize with nothing to my name

And I

Can't keep holding on

To what you got for me