“Dark City Streets”

Hold close onto my coat.

Try not to make a sound.

Hold close onto my coat

or we’ll be found.

Stay near to the wall as they pass.

Time for one final breath –

try to make it last.

The rumors chill my bones

(about the ones they’ve trapped).

The rumors chill my bones,

but we’ll adapt.

Always be prepared to retreat.

There are worse things than monsters slipping through our dark city streets.

Grab every knife you see.

You better hold them close.

Grab every knife you see.

Let’s make some ghosts.

I always foresaw this bleak day.

If you want to survive,

you have to claim some prey.

One pellet in the brain

when they’re against the wall.

One pellet in the brain,

and watch them fall.

I don’t want to sound willing or mean,

but expect times like these to become routine.

EVERY NIGHT.

FROM THE TIME OUR OLD SUN FALLS DOWN,

‘TIL THE HOUR WHEN IT STRUGGLES BACK UP –