"Things We Tell Ourselves In The Dark" lyrics
A fever dream
Reach across the streets
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
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
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
Kiss the ring
Miserable degrees
A figment of our nightmare
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
Prosperity
Lift
Place
Proceed
I'm standing by your back door
Waiting to strike and capture
Machine-like precision
Lift
P-P-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
Secretly smoldering
Secretly smoldering
Can't find peace within
Peace within
Trapped in twisted spaces
Dissolve the crowd
Devour
La dee da
Trapped in twisted spaces
Dissolve the crowd
Devour
La dee da
Trapped in twisted spaces
Trapped, twisted, devour, twisted
Dissolve the crowd
And enter
Devour
Dark places
La dee da
Trapped in twisted spaces
Trapped, twisted, devour, twisted
Dissolve the crowd
And enter
Devour
Dark places
La dee da
As it is
What it was
Things we tell ourselves in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Tell ourselves
As it is
What is was
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
Reach across the streets
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
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
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
Kiss the ring
Miserable degrees
A figment of our nightmare
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
Prosperity
Lift
Place
Proceed
I'm standing by your back door
Waiting to strike and capture
Machine-like precision
Lift
P-P-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
Secretly smoldering
Secretly smoldering
Can't find peace within
Peace within
Trapped in twisted spaces
Dissolve the crowd
Devour
La dee da
Trapped in twisted spaces
Dissolve the crowd
Devour
La dee da
Trapped in twisted spaces
Trapped, twisted, devour, twisted
Dissolve the crowd
And enter
Devour
Dark places
La dee da
Trapped in twisted spaces
Trapped, twisted, devour, twisted
Dissolve the crowd
And enter
Devour
Dark places
La dee da
As it is
What it was
Things we tell ourselves in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Tell ourselves
As it is
What is was
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
To all the old egos we've sold
How does it grow?
Marigold
Writer(s): Thomas Giles Rogers, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Cartland Blake Richardson, Daniel Hanford Briggs
