The stories of your mind

Again, old

[Unlock the gates, cast open all the doors
Bring in the sun and let darkness rule no more
Let all the lions lie down with the lambs
Live happily ever after; the peace made by your hand]

You’d like to be a hero
Lifting up the rugs to find
The secret gold under every floor
But it isn’t a romance
And the monster doesn’t dance
As he ripes you
Open,
Open wide
Until there’s no treasure chest
That’s left to find
In the stories of your mind

So you think you know what’s in
The vampire’s heart
The nobility of hunger seen as art
But it isn’t for love’s pangs
That he presses down his fangs
As he rips you
Open,
Open wide
Until there’s nothing noble
That’s left to find
In the stories of your mind

oh i dreamt there was a little girl whose sweet innocence purified the
world and it wasn’t her fault she had a full heart there should be no
shame she wasn’t to blame and then she wandered so lost and weary until
the hero came and found the pieces and her life was suddenly not so
dreary

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It’s just a goddamned fucking dream

There isn’t any ending
For the pain
There’ll never be a winner of the game
And the stake that’s through your heart
Isn’t even a good start
For ripping it all out
And breaking it all
Open, open, open, open
Open, open wide
There isn’t any end
Left here to find
In the stories of your mind.

Lynn

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