A man half awake in routine inspection
Fingers in ziplock, temples in tension
Dances before him a pop-up parade
Of characters sculpted in clay

His friends all agree, unlike you and me
He's losing his mind to a sea of debris
And it falls to them, yes, the ones in the right
To sell out his meekness for might

But visions unspoken, they gather and grow in the night
'Til the gnomes in the garden, they carry them into the sun

All fujkt reubkj ka gretum fagje

All I ever want from you
Is to fall through your empty again and again
All I ever hope for me (you)
Is to crawl into your (my) dream
And into my dream

A child without time, phosphorescently minded
No inclination by fools to be blinded again
Abandoned by fathers that worship the name
And sanction the emperor's game

But there's no token, treasure or trinket known
That will not be broken, shattered or melted to cinder

All I ever want from you
Is to fall through your empty again and again
All I ever hope for you (me)
Is to crawl into my (your) dream
And into my dream

All of your handbags and hand-me-downs
All your neon dictators in plastic crowns
You keep them all to yourself

Your monuments built on the ashes of bone
All your go-getting blood-letting crooks and crones
You keep them all to yourself

Stop, look and think, with an ear to the ground
You'll hear shudders that one day will bury this town
They seem to speak to me