I've seen the edges of the dark
Within the storm above the park
Thrashing wind and black delight
A glittering novelty shown tonight
I wander back along those threads
Consigned to death the path i tread
With silent murmur, malicious grin
and shrapnel pain and hissing dread
and shadows creeping from my head
to take this promise back to you
and make what i said really true
while others quickly turn away
i hasten back to bitter grey
I've come to fight another day
but i cant win, such sick replays
