The First of Many Dreams About Monsters

Gentle heart guide me to my car

Take my broken hands 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 loud to 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, and that I have no choice

I see what I will be and what I will become

I see an empty room, a house falling apart

I see an empty room, a house falling apart

I have such long days ahead

And all that you have is death

I have such long days ahead

And all that you have is death

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