Born to Night

Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms

Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation

Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone

As the day we made them, so hold your tongues

And steal pride's pleasure

My lack of faith, was not wanted here

You want your tragedy for your own ends

As martyrs we are born to die

Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life

Into the long hours and buried our hearts

And even then I knew I could not save you

You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you

And now more than half of my life is through

I have saved the least for last and it is for you