Jon Epworth soul mange

I dream of torture and being tortured
Without empathy
Of being taken in the night, tied up, blindfolded
And thrown into the sea
I dream of violent oppression, i dream of suicide
Of being torn to pieces across political divides
Don't kill the dream, don't kill the dream
I dream of random incarceration, vast and unjustified
To feel the spectre of surrender permeate
Every aspect of my life
I see a wide and gaping sorrow and its unending tears
I dream of unnamed gunmen snuffing out the lives
Of all who i hold dear
Don't kill the dream, don't kill the dream
I try to pull it from my life, try to blind it with my light
Try to cram it into night and shove it from behind
Yeah well the truth itself is brutal
And the comfort of our days is surely a lie
I am not worthy of this life anymore