Dyslexicon

Nature red in tooth and claw

I haven’t seemed to keep my powder dry

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The second that I fell in love

With the handle of your revolver

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

I beg to you a second chance

With a dried white rose to Bethlehem

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

I play pictionary

Because that's my dyslexicon

When I collapse and bury all the things

Unconsciously I hear cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

A braided strand from children’s mane

Acquired with impunity

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The things you say to me are deaf in tongue

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

I play pictionary

Because that's my dyslexicon

You've never tasted heaven

Stood your mother filled with grief

In the wake of monday mourning

Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

If fate is your endearment

Through pistil and through stem

In the wake of monday mourning

And on the seventh day you will come to find

That my prism is not color blind

In death's mosaic spirit

Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

That´s why I repent

That´s why I go under

That´s why I repent

For the night (this verse is not in the lyrics sheet)

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

I play pictionary

Because that's my dyslexicon