Darkness
The absence of light
In hopeful search of what we may mind
Lurking in this monochromatic world
We spill out into the streets
Have we fallen into the abyss?
Or is darkness simply the conduit by which
We access our inner most thoughts?
And against our better judgement
Become one with the night
When the sun goes down
That's when we come alive
And when the lights go out
That's when it's time to ride
Whoa-oh-oh
That's when it's time to ride
Whoa-oh-oh
That's when we come alive