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spring offensive – the first of many dreams about monsters كلمات اغاني

[part i: denial]

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

[part ii: anger]

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.)

[part iii: bargaining]

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.)

[part iv: depression]

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

[part v: acceptance]

this is our corrective
grieving animal incentive
i know we deserve it
let’s just hope i can learn from it

- spring offensive

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