See the silky blue epitaph across the evening sky, soon to be clouded by twilight within this spirits sigh
A little song I’m singing, about my life back there within the foreclosures of my mind it is better there
My existence is with darkness; my capacity for light is dead
I can no longer withstand the sun, my coffin is my bed
I will walk with strangers and know them well, like friends
But they will never know me, for their life I’ll bring to end
I do this very casually, like the beating heart
I’ll take their lives so swiftly, and tear their families apart
Through grief, if they’re loved
And I’m sorry for their pain
But I need my refreshments, and I’ll do it all again
