he walks down the steps of a canyon of a staircase
where a hole is waiting silently for him
and he slowly bows his head and steps where angels fear to tread
and things fade as the light begins to dim
sits with her hands around her cramped and aching knees
slowly rocking in the corner of her room
and the angels flutter by with the bats right by their side
and the demons wait for someone to consume
chorus:
their eyes have felt so hollow
since they learned to feel and not to see
waits for just one more tomorrow
and then, they'll release the pain
in one last refrain
and allow each other to be free
a pale face of indifference looks up at the sky
where day is rubbing shoulders with the night
the stars are getting weak, and the moon she will not speak
of the entanglement between wrong and right
chorus