Lyrics

She makes me feel, I am threadbare.
In every dream home, a nightmare.
Her eyes devoid of emotion,
only to see out of, but never into. Snapped…

The dead dream themselves alive when no one’s watching,
and the unthinking commit the unthinkable.
And don’t you let them suck you into believing
That heaven’s always slightly out of reach.
It’s an elegant discord, a passive aggressive cheat.
It’s an elegant discord for the mindless meat.

Her smile, a crescent of madness,
in our dream home, such sadness.
She makes me feel, I am threadbare.
And in our dream home, it’s a nightmare.

The dead dream themselves alive when no one’s watching,
and the unthinking commit the unthinkable.
And don’t you let them suck you into believing
That heaven’s always slightly out of reach.
It’s an elegant discord, a passive aggressive cheat.
It’s an elegant discord for the mindless meat.

She starts a fire, and points her finger,
burns this dream home to the ground
and she is free…