Howl - Bleak

Plastic words and printed trees
Air is dull with dim beliefs
Phony smiles and painted cheeks
Dreams are foul, we howl asleep

We all bleed for nature's best
The truth is we crawl
We all dress ourselves in fur
We all turn too late

Hollow eyes and happy fears
Blissful void, we note no tears
Hungry flies and hasty lives
Love’s on hold, for gold we strive

We all feed on blueish milk
The truth is we crawl
We take pride in stolen horn
We all turn too late

I am taking this ghost out for a walk

We all bleed for nature's best
The truth is we crawl
We all dress ourselves in fur
We all turn too late

Paper shoes and posted cars
Houses creak, how bleak we are