The First of Many Dreams About Monsters - Spring Offensive

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