A setting sun bleeding
Into an ocean of tears, for you
It's an exodus from the dark
The night is breathing; the night is exhaling
Falling, falling – up a staircase
Towards the moon, the stars, and a Venus-kissed Mars
Blood runs south
as the days grow darker
and this fight is eating at me
I see the dead awaken
My fate forsaken; I'm free
I am talking on a hidden line
She says she's feeding; she says she's dead
She says – there is a downward spiral
From the moon, the stars, the ever-warring Mars
