A cloud of flies obscure the sun
A stone is dropped the dream undone
Ripples grow and ride the tide
The dead things crawl from deep inside
With its dying, sour breath
The burning smell of insect flesh
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
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The dream is swirling, I'm alone
Where the streets are paved with bone
Buildings with a hundred eyes
Watch me through the swarming flies
Behind shades pulled down tight
Things are growing without light
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
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The dream sea has been poisoned
The stop light flashes me red (Motherfucker!)
Innocence suffocated in its sleep
Dr. seuss is dead
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