A week ago I let the night
Remind me of its presence
The way you always said it would
And there among the decadence
I thought I heard your voice,
Your accent thick and full of greed
I used to love the night
I used to watch the morning bleed
I used to share it with you
In a thousand different ways
You used to quiet me
So you could hear what it would say
I used to face the nighttime
Armed with dazzling purple sparks.
I never thought that I would face
My own fear of the dark.
Rage, Rage, Rage
