i know the wrath when spot one, smelling its odor up in the air.
your joyland is somehow darkened,
there's not a single thing that looks fair.
you and me, just like pendulums.
swinging left to right.
i'd ignore the messages to sleep well at night.
i know pain, when i hear it transmitted to screams.
our battlefield's rather phony,
only enlightened in your narc'd dreams.
you and me, wicked shadows,
having shelter at midnight dark,
whoever is gonna aim arrows at us,
on your mark!