Things We Tell Ourselves In The Dark

Fever dream
Reach across the streets of legacy
Encase a throat of gold

The things we tell ourselves in the dark

Never heard what was said
To weep alone in this racing madness
Bright eyed with power

(I’ll be the) prettiest at the ball
Grandest dreams of all

Machine like precision to rid me of concern
The empathetic creatures are hunted for reward
It’s sorted
It’s boring

Prosperity

Beggars worship in the street
Dropping flowers by my feet
As it is
What it was

To all the old egos we’ve sold
How does it grow?
Marigold

Kiss the ring
Miserable degrees
A figment of our nightmares

I’ll have a little fun with a slightly loaded gun
Please, try and hear me out

Machine like precision to rid me of concern
The empathetic creatures are hunted for reward
It’s sorted
You’re boring

Prosperity

Lift
Place
Proceed

I'm standing by your back door
Waiting to strike and capture
Machine like precision

Lift
Place
Proceed

I'm standing by your back door
Waiting to strike and capture
The empathetic creatures
Machine like precision

Blinded by my shining star
Lurching with my fat cigar
A showering of gold

Secretly smoldering
Can’t find peace within
Peace within

Trapped in twisted spaces
Dissolve the crowd
Devour
La dee da

As it is
What it was
Things we tell ourselves in the dark

In the dark
In the dark
As it is
What is was

To all the old egos we’ve sold
How does it grow?
Marigold