Seated in a circle
Misshapen bodies beneath robes
Fingers to talons to drooping tentacles
Scrabbling at the floor
Like the spinning legs of spiders
Soft buzzing acting as their speech
The darting tongues of snakes
Triumph of the grotesque
Life is a nightmare
That leaves its mark on you
To prove that it is real
Lured away by dreams
A gray life in the old town
All is nonsense now
I soon will see for myself
What was beneath those robes
I hold my head up to the mirror
My hands are not my own!
Endless unseen dimensions!
They know what I write
And why I am writing it
Endless unseen dimensions!
Life is a nightmare
That leaves its mark on you
To prove that it is real
credits
from Two Sects,
released September 4, 2020
Lyrics by Jeff
Music by Shane