Dream

Washed into a sentimental group

Loneliness ??? (0:06)

Battle-clad Byzantium command

And these dark cards look nothing like my hand

Lightning strikes a second time

Songbird knows just when to die

Emperor cries immortal from the grime

Sun is in the hole in the sky

Emptiness builds up with perfumed pride

There's an enemy cruising on the plain tonight

Harmony is lost and then it's wet

Don't know how I'm so far off from my bed

Memories of serpents in the drain

Melting like ice cream in the rain

As my self grows closer to the grave