“What I give form to in daylight is only one percent of what I have seen in darkness.”
Law stay away, I have arson to do at night under the thunderstorm clouds of Perses,
Sacking in my dreams those without the remorse and guilt of a man who lives in hell,
I don’t like knowing what I know about the places that time has forgotten and passed,
Today we don’t live in a place where nights reveals the stars, electric buzzsaw lights,
I was the finder and the keeper, I never though I would need to be the creeper,
..but my keeper, turned out to be the reaper, and now it’s bloodlust, masta in the rain,
Tales of woe I was strung out on the line, and I though my life was fine, it wasn’t mine,
Fine, bring me the torch, I see a flower on the other side, across the line, in time,
Darkness and fire, hammer and the clock, throughout the whole time I was in darkness,
I had no physical pain, for many months and years I had a vision of blood and night,
Across the sands of the Middle East, don’t know why I cared or felt it like I did,
Connected in a way without much distance, crazy how it sounds, electric wired gave me,
Night, and death and war, saw the feelings transmitted and went mad, burn my life down,
What was it with comfort and padding, not sure what I could do without being on the edge?
How can you learn to love in desperation if you have a safety net? What if they don’t see?
How can I relate to them? Without a sense of the new connections and life I see?