The First Of Many Dreams About Monsters lyrics

[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 But I won't let him be flecked with my blood And pretend it is his own Get me a surgeon, I said: Get me a surgeon Get me a surgeon, I said: Get me a surgeon Get me a surgeon, I said: Get me a surgeon He wants to feel the stretch so raise him up and tie him down Petrified in a lab room bell jar Petrified in a lab room bell jar 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 Petrified in a lab room bell jar He broke in and he stole you away (Petrified in a lab room bell jar) Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from (Petrified in a lab room bell jar) (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 hands 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 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) [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