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The Devil has the upper hand over a dying Angel
As they play Russian Roulette with razors and veils
It’s where death meets life and the crows go to die
In the Nightside of Eden.

The Moon is a thin Joker smile
illuminating the theatre of the damned
Long ago murders are recreated
In the Nightside of Eden.

In a dark field beyond the day
A grotesque carnival is playing
Malice in a bodice, in the burlesque of the dead
In the Nightside of Eden.

A dumping ground for the dear departed
A yard of bones where the wind whistles through
Fruitless luggage are the ornaments of stone
In the Nightside of Eden.

We drink the blood of a murdered Clown
In the harem of dead souls
A canvas shroud to mourn the passing
In the Nightside of Eden.

You can walk in my shoes
But it won’t be the same
You see sunshine
I see teardrops and rain

Ballet of eyes are daunting and seductive

A fool is not knowing
The paper-cut of secrets

Link arms
Like an old ship
Weighted to the dock

Listen to your inner voice
It’s metallic tinge is a star in the sky

You see the sun arc the sky
I see moonbeams cut across my eyes
You see us as Gods
I see us as puppets lost in the fog

I’ll never be what you want me to be

We cry wolf the same time as thunder
Itches the skin
When you see through my eyes –

When enter my dreams
You think there’ll be hope
But no door is open
the sky is closed
the day has ended –

light a candle for my soul and it’ll die within minutes
burnt paper like crows
circling the skies
when you take my hand you take eyes
eyes that never sleep

I’ll never be what you want me to be