Follow the night, and meet me at the end of the road
End of the road, where there's nothing to hide
Nothing to hide, about the vacuum in this shell
This shell, that lusts for solitude, and to be lost in others
Others, who revel in the dark as me.
Follow the melody, and meet me at the edge of the cliff
Edge of the cliff, from where I can fall and fly
Fall and fly, away from the fallacy they call rationality
Call rationality, and tell him I need him again
Again, I'm stuck in the tune, singing to a soul that's not there.
Follow the scent of zest, and meet me in the abyss
Me in the abyss, navigating waters not known to them
Known to them, ghosts of a past that chain the frail
The frail, that follow the lights and sounds of acceptance
Acceptance, that is unwelcome and unattainable.
Follow the wind, and meet me where the whisperers lay
Where the whisperers lay, reciting their false prayers
Their false prayers, that tell tales of a hell and heaven
And heaven, here I come looking for you
You, complete me, like rain drops on lips.
End of the road, where there's nothing to hide
Nothing to hide, about the vacuum in this shell
This shell, that lusts for solitude, and to be lost in others
Others, who revel in the dark as me.
Follow the melody, and meet me at the edge of the cliff
Edge of the cliff, from where I can fall and fly
Fall and fly, away from the fallacy they call rationality
Call rationality, and tell him I need him again
Again, I'm stuck in the tune, singing to a soul that's not there.
Follow the scent of zest, and meet me in the abyss
Me in the abyss, navigating waters not known to them
Known to them, ghosts of a past that chain the frail
The frail, that follow the lights and sounds of acceptance
Acceptance, that is unwelcome and unattainable.
Follow the wind, and meet me where the whisperers lay
Where the whisperers lay, reciting their false prayers
Their false prayers, that tell tales of a hell and heaven
And heaven, here I come looking for you
You, complete me, like rain drops on lips.
