Iniquitous Saints - Microdose Lyrics

Amid the subway gloom is writ the ghost of creed
There is no drink or lie strong enough to keep the day away

The air outside is thin and wrong
The day evades our inspection and slouches along
Unstirred by plans and ambitions of ours
We take up space in its supply of hours

The day's not troubled by us
These 'mazed street-lit hours are host
To a rusted strain of enlightening
A stumbling bodhisattva's rolling dream

I lost myself again
When I found myself again
I found I'd been refined in my absence
I bless myself with ruin
I see our old inn
That rusty vault of too broad a memory

Amid the subway gloam is writ the ghost of creed
There is no drink or lie strong enough to keep the day away

Size or scene can't matter
What I see, I want to hold
It's easier for you to tell me what's the matter
Than for me to figure out what's the matter on my own

But this four AM baits my oldest dream
Of a night so achingly full of restless breathing
That it has no choice but to roll on for all time
Outlandish chance, unwilling to land such thin dice

I lost myself again
When I found myself again
I found I'd been refined in my absence
I bless myself with ruin
I see our old inn
That rusty vault of too broad a memory

Amid the subway gloam is writ the ghost of creed
There is no drink or lie strong enough to keep the day away

I lost myself again
When I found myself again
I found I'd been refined in my absence
I bless myself with ruin
I see our old inn
That rusty vault of too broad a memory