Bright Night

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