I heard the dreaded Devil's hour grew a tongue
to call and taunt his name, but rings like steam in vain

Dilapidated hooves ooze aimlessly from out the cave
like calcium cracking forth unto and through the waves

Fresh against the pave they split and fray
Fresh against the pave they put the grit in grave

There's always gonna be two sides to things so we
play on swings and make believe we're in between