Blankface by The Cardboard City Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The child has returned; the child is in bed
The street is asleep; the potholes are red
The rooftops are bare; the rooftops are dark
The sky is on fire; the shadows are stark
The hour is encumbered; the hour is in fog
The bookshelf is rising; I'm listless, agog
The dustmites have spoken; the chinches are wise
The spiders are craven; the crickets tell lies

[Verse 2]
The corners have folded; the edges are shrunk
The doorbell is broken; the silence is drunk
A crack has appeared; a rift is in sight
A stench wafts about; and in creeps a light
Three blistering shrieks; three curdling yells
Three stabbing entreaties, from three separate hells
It's terribly late; it's terribly wrong
There's something destructive; your mind plays along

[Verse 3]
The dream is forgotten; the dream was a joke
The truth is damnation; it's smothered in smoke
A thousand years over; a thousand sharp cuts
A twist of a hammer; the orifice shuts
Your veins are all empty; your sockets are dry
These words have no echoes; they merely pass by
It's nothing to think of; it's nothing to mourn
Regretting is futile; come feed me your scorn