Awakened powers rise in dark hours, As I give in to the night A vibrant hypnosis, scrolling psychosis, Scenes unknown to light From unending mazes to puzzling crazes, And horrors to frighten the soul Emotions released, let loose wild beast, I feel alive and whole
The morning sun forgets what I’ve done, As I give in to the light A comfortable saneness, veritable plainness, Scenes unknown to night From unchanging actions to vacant distractions, And customs to strangle the soul Emotions restrained, rampant beast chained, I feel bereft not whole
There’s only one question that I’ve often asked, Why slight the first to favour the last? For in chasing daydreams, the more that I strive, The less I recall when I’m truly alive
