Cries Of The Dead lyrics

I can hear the cries of the dead maybe it's your neighbor beating his dog in the basement. I can hear the cries of the dead, muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make it out. monkey-webs of concrete road disappear in time weeds and trees that grow from seed will cover us in time swallowing all of the buildings and every single piece of trash I can hear the cries of the dead maybe its your neighbor playing his trumpet in the basement I can hear the cries of the dead muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make a sound You went to the mountains, true and painted what you saw you came back late and hid the painting underneath our couch and I wasnt there when you made it but i feel like i'm there when i'm lookin' at it oh-oh-ooowoo (x2) I can hear the cries of the dead. Maybe its your neighbor beating his dog in the basement. I can hear the cries of the dead, muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make it out