the autumn in your eyes   the salty dark within your veins   we walk the streets at night   a searing spark inside our cage      your light it burns so painful   turn around and burn me painful      no light can release my pain   not a young god   I spit in the eyes of the marching sane   and in the young ones   and the world will turn in vein      the autumn in your smile   don't dare to walk another way   and when there's no behind... don't look back!   we praise the dawning day      your light it burns so painful   turn around and burn me painful      no light can release my pain...      no light can release my pain   not a young god   a tiptoeing knife in the back they reign   all the young ones      no light can release my pain...