The dark man, at the end of my bed.
The light that blinds me to the stars.
Up, up, into the sky, to be taken down.
The dark man, steals a piece of me.
A piece silver and shiny. I am cold now.
The light that blinds me to the stars.
Up, up, into the sky, to be taken down.
The dark man, steals a piece of me.
A piece silver and shiny. I am cold now.
Cold, in August. Open window. No stars.
I shiver in my skin, ill fitting, useless.
The dark man faceless. It burns in mind.
A girl is laughing in the dark. She know all.
The sweat is blood. The tears are not coming.
Drive to work. Sun up. Empty road. Mind static.
I will smile. I will laugh. I will tell jokes.
The day will be a mask on death and fear.
The girl is laughing out of sight. She does not love.
The dark man is faceless, but I see him in every smile.
I will smile. I will laugh. I will tell jokes.
The day will be a mask on death and fear.
The girl is laughing out of sight. She does not love.
The dark man is faceless, but I see him in every smile.
faithlesspaladin 