These were the crying days
Days of sadness
Days of darkness
Come out, come out now
But it takes strength
To make these lengths
So where do you draw the shallow line
Of love and lust
Ash and dust
We make terrifying myths
Vampires and beasts
Gathering for feasts
Because we constantly
Wish to defeat
What is beneath our feet
We struggle with sacred religion
To be better
Hoping we’re braver
We are constantly heathens
Wrestling with sin
Under our shallow skins.