Your dreams will fade, and self loathing comes   The age-old curse of the clinically numb   Turned on bright lights, a wax wing demise   In cut glass bowls you find endless desire   (But I don’t mind)   Strangers call my name through the night   Victims of a social suicide   Through white homes and far away signs   Burns a wind like fire in God’s own eyes   Sunlight climbs, through holes of black light   A day in my life and you can see through time   (People die)   Strangers call my name through the night   Victims of a social suicide   (Call me, into the night they call me)