we fear the cold blackness that night represents

and at dawn we watch the shadows flee the night

yet our pleasure is muted before life's final event

for we know that we face the eternal night

our fragile lives are pulled by the strings

of every impulse and desire

the cruel unknown may be the thing

that puts a cold blade to the wire



a crowded street with a thousand faces

may hold one with murder in his eyes

for death can hide in many different places

and shadows conceal the sharpest knives

at each corpse claimed by an act of violence

we think it's always