The Ruthless Hum Of Dread Songtext / Lyric

I opened the wrong door

Got somewhat famous for

Getting all my wires crossed

I nod to give the impression

I'm clearly hearing the directions

Can't admit when I get lost

Fake like I'm up to speed

And I don't need the help to read

That blur of writing on the wall

But I'm not fooling anyone

I'm always tired and on the run

In my head, here it comes

Ruthless hum of dread



I try to listen again to your voice drowning in

My blood flowing hot as lead

As night fears slip in between hissing sheets and springs

And in the folds of my sibilant bed






Fists are pounding on the door

Cracks are forming on the floor

And the needle's banging red

Yeah guilt's a hardball fever pitched

Strikes the target, flips the switch

In my head, here it comes

Ruthless hum of dread



In a pauper's field of dreams

I'm walking in between open-mouthed graves

Anxious to be fed

And all my buried intentions are groaning for transition

In the raising of the dead

A skip, a flutter, a stop-and-start

A heart-ruined rhythm driven by the bass drum thump of meds

All the years, every mile

Another upturn on the dial

In my head, here it comes

Ruthless hum of dread



Let me go deep inside your safehouse love and light

Beyond the clang of the alarm

And imagine a long rest

Last kisses and a sweet death

Free to float above your arms

Into the company of angels

A final turning of the tables

My old flesh a misery shed

Forever young and light enough

To dance among

The stars above

My head, my head,

My head, my head