15 July 2012
Outside the drizzle's weeping
For them, the gales blow fitful dreams
And creaking lullabies
While we happy fucked-up puppies
Laugh at comfortable lies
And hover at the table
Where the glasses ring for liquor
Us dark-eyed entities
Collect where darkness pools much thicker
The Class A squalor of fatigue
Is our filter for this Earth
We sing and play in twilight grey
And breed for all we're worth.
Listen lovelies, fake your days
Don't get lost inside the light
We rule painstaking lengths of waking,
The spattered pages of the night.
So when thin daylight seems to be
Too brittle to hold you in
Content to roam your spicy midnight home
There's misbehaving to begin.
The Song Of The Nightdwellers • Opuss № I