It's the other twelve
the hours of daylight that I am not a kin to
so I pull the curtains just to slumber
and make sure the dark surrounds me

Do you glow in the dark
in the cold vacuum of space
oh well you should do
it's such fun to die

The lost call like banshees
do you know their cry
see the marshlands of despair
I made them for you're signs

See the runway to the outer worlds
well you'd better use it
time to midnight is twelve
go and leap to our outer worlds


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris