This is track #2. back to nightingales.

Track 2: What You Say In Your Sleep

stick-straight rows all polished on the lawn
perfectly painted
perfect, recycled songs

got a mouth looking like a magazine
and a laugh line painted on in maybelline
another paperback coming with your name and face
on a ten-point plan selling
twenty ways to be whole again

but pay no mind to
our disaffection
cause we’ve been building
a bomb

and we don’t fear your majesty
in the dead of night
we’ve heard the truth from
what you say in your sleep

say it loud so the back can hear you
write it down so we can cite it later
get it out because we’re listening and
what we’ve found they’re gonna know

to pay no mind to
your godless grandeur
your gold’s no match for
a bomb

and we’ll topple your regency
in the dead of night
we’ll use against you
what you say in your sleep

we should’ve seen this coming
we should have noticed
the way they’d take your side
the way you take them for a ride

we should’ve seen this coming
we should’ve seen
the signs of coming war
your machines are at our door

we should’ve seen this coming
we should have noticed
your wake was turning red
and now nightingales are dead

we should’ve seen you coming
we should’ve followed
the trail of shedding skin
before you started up again

we shoulda seen this coming
we should’ve known
how the priesthood turns to rot
when they take the place of god

we should’ve seen this coming
we should have gathered
the ones we call our own
we could’ve made exile a home

they’re gonna see us coming
they’re gonna hear us coming
they’re gonna know we’re coming
they’re gonna know

they’re gonna see what’s coming
they’re gonna hear who’s coming
they’re gonna know we’re coming
they’re gonna know

to pay no mind to
your passing splendor
when we come back for the rest

and we don’t need your sympathy
your blackened light
they’re gonna find out
who was right
when we firebomb your offering
you’re gonna find
our words will soon be
what you hear in your sleep