the frightful night is ending
the dead fall back to sleep
their twisted faces holding
all the secrets that i keep

the dawning hour is near
the quickened feel its call
with brilliant minds unfolding
and deciphering the scrawl

of all the the fools gone past
that warned us of the terrors
that lurk beneath the surface
turning dreams into nightmares

for now i watch the clouds
the clouds of my demise
the things that i hate most
are my own honest lies

it's time to drop the curtain
on this round of suffering
it's time to open inward
and praise the holy queen

as she regains the throne
the empty throne of peace
and begins to bury hatred
inviting all into the feast

how long she'll reign is known
by sand and hour-shaped glass
and when the clock strikes nothing
you'll know she was typecast

the court is ever filled
with coyotes and dark clowns
the truer truth abandoned
and hidden from the hounds

the dreadful night is falling
the dead begin to wake
their twisting faces turning
toward our new heartache