Lyrics Persona - Miles Cooper Seaton

The billowing fog of persona
The dream of the dream
The dream of dreaming

Some face appearing
Some kind of fool
Some kind of dancer
Some kind of sage
Some kind of beggar
Some kind of vision
Some kind of King
Some kind of cancer

Some kind of kingdom
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of kingdom
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of kingdom
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of vision
Some kind of rapture
The billowing fog of persona
The dream of the dream
The dream of dreaming

"Careful. My knife drills your soul
Listen. Whatever your name is
Listen. I'll grind your saliva into the Earth
Listen. I'll cover your bones with black flint
Listen. I'll cover your bones with black feathers
Listen. I'll cover your bones with black rocks
Because you're going where it's empty
Listen. The black Earth will find you, out where it's dark, out in that country
Listen. I'm bringing a box for your bones. A black box. A grave, with black pebbles
Listen. Your soul is spilling out
Listen."