.
Trouble was in the fusty air...
The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...
The ancient ones have called me
"fearless dreamer...
Walking through life with my head in the clouds...
I'm not the kind of person
To sleep early by any means...
Hush now little pony,
Don't you cry or fret...
The smile of a saint,
The grin of evil...
Hands are steady,
Nothing feels real anymore...
Imagine being in alternate reality
Where everything is distorted...
Weathered and bitter
Incapable of feeling...
In The Shadows
It creeps...
Hades, I implore you! Cut this zealous string
so that I may again laugh and sing...