F#min The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she I follow… (arpagiate the chords here on the) The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing His heart is hollow… I fell into the blackest hole Lucidity was never know In the world of half-lit catacombs Reverberating moonlight drones A monitor is shining on three faces Through the crescent glass I’ve seen this older place before And its life will never pass I move into its half-light And its hold is holding fast It’s awake… It's awake... Oh its awake (solo) Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn They scream and curse and cry… There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high I open up my eyes… Whoa!!! I fell into the blackest hole Lucidity was never know In the world of half-lit catacombs Reverberating moonlight drones outro