The Night Has Fallen Down The Staircase

And I, For One, Have Felt Its Bruises

Equilbrium; Inebriated

Our Social Graces Have Been Displaced



As We Sink Deeper Into The Drink

The Volume Increases....

Night Time Resurrects Fault Lines

Silent Wars -- Rumble Somewhere Below

The Surfaces Verses...

The Surfaces Verses...

The Shoe Is Dropped, Lungs Explode

Shards Of Words Of A Shattered Voice

And There's Still A Hole Where The Phone Was Thrown



Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah...

Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah...



The Moon Is Rising, A Revolution

I Close My Eyes And The Room Is Spinning

You're Screaming:



"Sweetie, The Moon Has Raped Me --

It Has Left Its Seeds Like A Tomb Inside Me

So I Must Learn To Abort These Feelings

This Romance Is Bleeding..."



Night Time Triggers The Land Mines

Bedroom Wounds -- Lovers Like Brigadiers

Marching Two By Two...

Marching Two By Two...

A Soldier's Down

Flood Gates Burst

I've Said Some Things I Wish You'd Never Heard

Like, "There's Still A Hole Where The Phone Was Thrown."

It's Growing As We Speak

And It's Sucking Us Both In

A Vacuum Of Sorrow To Swallow Up The Day