Disturbance

We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that

leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the

dancers on your tomb. We're the invisible invaders of your privacy... your

dreams. We're the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent

lunacy on hot oppressive nights - you shine a light and you will see just

a shadow.