We're all lost souls
Following in a line,
To cover all the holes
That we have left behind...

The dust that bites our necks
Pushes us to win,
Making us regret
The times we didn't sin.

Clothed in light
Carrying pistols of tear
We are not bright;
But rather, made of fear.

So greet us if you dare
Climb with us up high
Sing and writhe and stare
As we fade into the night....