Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...
Home where only white walls
Surround both my mind...
Crack goes the gavel,
The audience alert...
Existence in essence
"Essential" until it's inconvenient...
I shed tears for all that has
been lost...
Old pictures
Laying on my desk...
They come; they fight
They earn their right...
Come any, come all,
To the Carnival of Horror...
Tarantulas and partisans
Telling Tanks and Telephones...
Take me away to a far away place.
Where no one is judged...
You tell me to be myself
Yet when I try it isn't good enough...
I'll send you postcards
from every broken, burnt...