Paroles de 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 That's not the real sun I'm not the real one It's not the real sun I'm not the real one