A very old man woke up
Breathing heavily he opened the door...

A poisoned fog they prayed for
Comes rolling from the lake...

Shades of grey fall and fade
Dreams lost nightmares made...

Not sure of what I hate anymore
Or if I even hate at all...

Gravedigger dig deep
And to soothe my soul...

There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...

The blue moon stood high above the trees
Casting a pallor onto the woods below...

I’m locked in a room
My blood runs cold...

Dear Mr Sandman come to me
Brew me up some royal tea...

I hear the wind still
And it tells of open spaces...

McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...