From the manner of
Cutting whisper
Rising vapors through
Clouds of hope
Giving fire and
Change the demons
With undercurrents
Far too strong to haul
There's something up today?
Dancin' in the rain
Stopped by the acid stain
And on the shelf, the jar that holds my brain
Nightfall haunts us all
From the shadows
Cynical beauty now
Lies the host
Before the flicker
That's holding madness
The end is coming
All my friends are dead
