When night wanders in
From the depths of the dim
When eyes watch keenly,
The shadows that spread.
Twist the fire of anger
Around the skin of a beggar.
Carve me a smile
Onto the mouth of the dead.
Dust that lick up and coat your arms
Teeth that bite, and sing of harm
Trust I know, fight or flight
Come feed me wine and bread.
Lavish the pleasure of sin and soul
Burn thick tar with ice and coal
Oh the contradiction of names I see
Watch in which shadows you tread.
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