Upon the cusp of night and day
Watch the bleeding roses lay
Against a sky of black and blue
Weeping like an open wound

Spin the gun upon your thumb
But be careful at such fun
Do make sure no child spies
The body left out for the flies

Taste the remnants of disgrace
The sin entwined within the lace
The precious ebony conceals
A blackened mind that never heals

Extorted daily with their lies
Begin to run as raven flies
Soon the earth will shed her light
Awaken then and breathe the night