And then the night comes ripping To whisk my tattered soul away Blind dreams of opium Coerse the shadows in dismay Spend a night in Babylon And cast your soul into the night Stare down the hole of all your dreams And see it with a second sight
Eyes turn away, as we walk these halls alone Fade into grey, and the moonlight splits our bones
A horde of strangled souls Shackled by a cold belief Overflowing with emptiness Entangled in a veil of grief We are but silhouettes Cast on the surface of the soul Forever laid to rest Buried in a different kind of hole
