And then the night comes ripping
To whisk my tattered soul away
Blind dreams of opium
Coerse the shadows in dismay
Spend a night in Babylon
And cast your soul into the night
Stare down the hole of all your dreams
And see it with a second sight
Eyes turn away, as we walk these halls alone
Fade into grey, and the moonlight splits our bones
A horde of strangled souls
Shackled by a cold belief
Overflowing with emptiness
Entangled in a veil of grief
We are but silhouettes
Cast on the surface of the soul
Forever laid to rest
Buried in a different kind of hole
