Hide in from that yellow mark
The grove of their Helms burnt for an Anthem of your name
The stars bleed and mark these voices of some distant kin
Hide from that charm in an audience of dense clouds
Crave some crude love or hate to run away
Crawl to rescue

The rain finds me in any sedated fashion
It grooves and moves but not a shy dancer
Its the arrows that make you feel sick and alive
I hate rain

In the dark, something about you screams foe and werewolf
Can I be true?

Looking for rainbows and traffic on the street
The voice and faces that fade away
The comprehensive talk before night bleeds into day
Or when there's too little to look at and not much to say about it
That's the only thing to fear

The lunatic is on the floor with all the drugs and cigarettes on the grass

Some trouble with your sleep? Is it really it?
The whole of this world spun into an acolyte in your dreams
Tell me
What holds you in the grasp of power? The crux of a faded star?
What binds you in pride and certainty? The love for the lonely dark?
The evil got sick of us let alone care
You have nothing to fear