Holy lights of the high rise
The city groans with each new life
Angels in the carpark
Buried under the tarmac
Centre stage, no I prefer to be
Behind the curtain
A blade of light flirting
With the dust of the damned
And I pray for the dark to linger
I never was one for it
I'd dress for dead and play pretend
I never was, never was,
Like I never was
Our ancestors are ringing
A cold call from the beginning
To bring another into this
What the hell were you thinking?
But maybe one day,
They will also hide
From the light of the lord
In the dust of the damned
And I pray for the dark to linger
I never was one for it
I'd dress for dead and play pretend
We never were, never were
Like we never were
Where our dead pets our sleeping
And the ghosts of wood lice are creeping
Where no wind blows, no river flows
No chemicals interact,
Will something of you find me there?