Your noon's a silent mourning
of a world that seems so small
and just when you thought you had it all!

The sun a darkened angel
riding higher than the wind
a black cloud as dark as all the times you sinned!

Can there ever be a peace
forged from the shining blade?
"How can such a lovely world come so unmade?"

Perfection is the mighty King;
Perception is his Banquo!
Such rigidity in someone so out-of-control!

-chorus-
You choose death over everlasting life
when you're trapped in civil strife -
you don't know when the morning shines
or when the night falls...
(when your sky falls)
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The end is drawing near
just one last curtain-call
one more party; one last fuck-it-all

The flickering distant lights
from paradise far and wide
like a child from the beast it sits and hides

Maybe just once I will be there
hiding out with you
Yet the night sky's still a stinging blue

You wave your strong hand
and part the red sea
guided to your maker in the lap of luxury!!

-c-

Sleep my child - sleep!