Dark Sound

Dark sound,
don’t fall out of my head.
With each new sound I hear
there’s less light.
Pull down
on any hanging thread.
I’ll watch as you pull me into the night.
Run now,
or turn around instead,
but if you ask me if I’ll run?
Well I just might.
If it’ll save us from eating ourselves alive
I’ll run by your side.
Tuned out,
but hearing what you said,
I’ll take you at your word:
Yeah, you were right.
You were right.
You were right.
You were right.