Metamorphosis کے بول

Sedated and bated Hovering on the verge of night Heeding the whisper That ravishes with delightful fright Encircled by darkness Deafening any sense of doubt Heavy and palpable As the drape that shuts the deathbed out In the thick of night The sleep of reason instills the passion To act on what's unright Metamorfosis Throats bared Eyes wide shut Bloodied teeth Bottoms up Elated and bruised up Falling into the shadow light Where demons are waiting To turn the rapture into blight Exhumed from the darkness Explorers of an ageless route Confining perceptions As the drapes that shuts the daylight out The pyre is set alight The dance of shadows produces monsters Coming into sight Usurpers of the mind