I see the night
Forsaken days
And the night was mine
My big mistake
The native's spine of an endless snake
So I make my hand awake your brake
It's just a tin man in a minimum way
I lie awake at night
I can see it there like a moon spine
Frightened to see the modern glance
Entrance is smooth enough to see the main
I don't know funerals of despair
Boiling time with the hand tonight
See the eye boring through the soul tonight