Victorian Punishment

Slit the throat of every dream once had
Bleed them dry as two worlds collide
What one wants morphs into what one must
Daydreams turn to dust
Like killing the women and children first

Daydreams turn to dust
Killing the women and children first
Daylight turns to dust like
Killing the women and children first

Slit the throat of every dream once had
Your daily grind don’t seem so bad
I point fingers pointing back at me
A hollow, vacant entity

Hollowed
Swallowed
Reset
Tomorrow

Painstaking and pitiless
Caught between brittle pages

Your artificial light a warm comfort
A life portrayed by pictures on a wall
Is no life at all

Daydrеams turn to dust
Killing the women and children first
Daylight turns to dust likе
Killing the women and children first