Bright Night - Crystal Stilts

Isolate essence ecstatically

Assess malevolent capacity

Perfect an inverted perfidy

Affect an atavism

Bring out the worst in me Friends seem afraid

Neighbors just curse at me Hurling aspersions

At my church of perversity

Finding faces in a blackness

Fathom form in the abyss

This vision’s chaos of color

Is a collision of bane and bliss

Finding faces in a blackness

Fathom form in the abyss

This vision’s chaos of color

Is a collision of bane and bliss

That’s not the real sun

I’m not the real one

It’s not the real sun

I’m not the real one

That’s not the real sun

I’m not the real one

It’s not the real sun

I’m not the real one