Am I a ghost in the fog?
A teardropp in the rain
Hot magnesium in the sunlight
The anguish in your pain
Take my mask and then cast me to the shadows
Increase the pain, let the black dog bite
Send me to my bed of guilt, decorated tortures
Swing your scythe, cut me this night
Where are you in the world today?
Would be great if you came out to play.
Or sit and chat of things so fine
Over a bag of chips, glass of wine