On another plain of existance, you may be right . . .

That's when I hear her so clear
              wicked words at Midnight's End
with our shadows on stand by
               holding the silohette of a dead friend

Ushered into the clearing of Nowhere
               where wedding vows are buried so deep
take the Nightmare World by storm
               slaughtered by what lurks in my sleep

And what makes it even better
               she had no idea about the real fire
she walked thru a million doors
               and no situation ever seemed dire

Sick how it all comes out that fast
               complicating an otherwise quick kill
and it's more than shapes in the window
               the Netherworld's looking for a new thrill

Catching our scent on the four winds
              tracking us thru warm wet lust
can't hold the instincts at bay
              can't wish away a lack of trust

Becareful not to choke on the new air
               that comes with your new world
where the gods shit broken dreams
               and flush memories now swirled

Stranger outlook comes with a gray dawn
                clockworks running hard in reverse
stopping on the one side to help
                then come the visions of a black hearse

Rock 'n Roll has dug many colorful graves
               dead in the head from musical light
came to see how deep my hole will be
               and if I need to get on in it tonight . . .