• i come from the past
    i eat the night
    i know you when you were young
    i tell you my story
    but i sleep with a gun
    this is my night,this is your night
    touch me softly and you get a fright
    the stars are holes in the night sky
    the moon is a thorn in the dark
    it drips white light
    give me the knife
    lets cut out our eyes
    this is my night,this is your night
    brush my lips and i bleed you white