Battered veins
Eyelids lying heavy
Roadmaps of syringes
Son of morpheus,
Who are you to be?
From what land did you fall?
Behind your faith
Is a tortured paradise
Peel back the skin
see the damage done
Repair whatever is left
My aim will stay true
You belong to gods
With names I do not know
Oh Child of the night
Who sprouted like the moon