If there's no rest for the wicked
Why are you asleep?
Are you dreaming of the beasts
and the secrets that you keep?
Your prairies won't know of your sins
Laying on the grass
Lying with your demons
Looking at the sky
My face on the back of your eyelids
Clouds whispering roars of the lions
Lightning, moving, like a symphony
While the raindrops fall slowly
Like the sound of my footsteps
When I left
What is left?
But the wolves in your head
Howling for you to wake
It's time to open your eyes to the dark
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