Sliding down the mountain, as dusk passes to day. The antidote of elation, now lifeless masses wake. Jaws of suxiety open, the luring vampire of agility, a fatal invitation, sight hazing from me.
Oh midnight mountain, I require, inner relocation, back to pinnacles high.
Drowning in empty faces, sinking in banal, I crave the isolation of eventide when perception climbs, I just need the injection, a dose to boost my flight, a sonic blast of moonlight, nucleus ignites.
Oh midnight mountain, now I'm revived, stimulus transcending, back to pinnacles high,
Screaming at doleful skies, absorbing all my sighs, responding to my cries, downcast a thunder of reprise, won't let the next sunrise, signal my landslide, from ecstatic highs, I'm on top of their demise.
Compositores: Garry Paul Jennings (PRS), Lee DorrianEditor: Earache Songs (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #40056810 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM