The Dissentience - Protest The Hero

Down the street half a block away

In a familiar place regular people

Agree with each other in smoke signals

(Down the street half a block away

In a familiar place regular people

Agree with each other)

Interprets the law as aging with it eyesight failing

The law is aging (oh yes it is)

Sitting across tables spending nights talking about other nights

Our eyes unclose like books we’ve read twice

So on the shelves lined with spines

The dust collects as scattered ash

From an urn unturned

Spilling over with someone regular

And other such regulars

Cry ghost and boast

Of the friend of a friend

Who saw a strange sight

Or heard a strange sound

LyricsWho now whispers tall tales of murder most foul

Down the street half a block away

In a familiar place regular people

Agree with each other in smoke signals

Brought together to burn the thing that brings them together

Interprets the law as aging with it eyesight failing

Interprets the law as aging with it eyesight failing

Somebody’s little girl

Dreams of the things she’s read

Somebody’s somebody’s little girl

Dreams of the things she’s read

Or the monsters in her bed

Who hacked her into bloodmeat