True Thrush - Dan Deacon

Beast of my brain, everybody’s the same

With the beast’s control, it will never turn gold, and that’s just life

Don’t touch the flame, of the burning decay

With the lies you’ve been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don’t mind

And they’re all out, I’m lost there alone

No hand to hold high, Looking for me, I’m gone

Spread those wings wide and take me along

Now show me the sky and tell me I’m wrong.