...Roads upon roads
of winding twilight
a hole in the dark
darker than the nothingness
of everyday life
Hear the night speaks
a crow's caw
Listen to the shivers of the call
A maiden cries
that fills the madness
of an insatiable fear
Naiveté of delirium
is what saves us
from the panic of order
at the sight of chaos and
there's a glimpse
and we return to the voices
of everyday words...