Here is a place where the darkness can cry. Shone is the 

light that cannot reach its eyes. Here is the darkness 

it's leis around me. Duty calls and echo's cry. Right 

along with me.



Say 18 hundred rattlesnakes appearing on the floor. Venom 

here for anyone who thinks they can endure. Oh my God, 

must move on to more.



?So much for comfort,? says the burden to the prayer. 

Leaning like a pillar on the shoulders of man. So keep 

your whisper of hope to yourself. Devi's close, and fear. 

Restricts reactions helping.



As you're looking to the future as if the light it shines 

no more. No one here is opening these great big iron 

doors. Oh my God, must move on to more.



Rules as if I see them they be poking at me. I cannot 

abide by them and they cannot be me. And if you cannot 

stand here I will take another seat. On this so-called 

ride we call the life. That just keeps on riding with me.