Last night I dreamed of dodecahedrons,

My eyes were bleeding with crimson sight

I tried with all my might to release them

These golden demons may they take flight

These feet repeat and bloom in season

Dancing for reason of pageant fools

A costly sight of doomed collision

One sad decision of yielding jewels

If this bereavement raises all the thoughts its seeded

Then I surely won't be needed in the morning

And try I may but I won't ride this river

That runs by your side

For I'm aware that you'll provide no warning

We rode on a real wild accusation

A sick inflation above your brow

We'll push and pull apart this nation

For the salvation to which we bow