The night doesn't cry and maybe I'll never die! But a does tear fall from every brilliant eye? And I've never cared so much! Prayer towers rise, and the desecrated fall and something dies, for every brilliant lie! - And I never cried so much! Towers open fire, we exist in light, and who died, heart open on the razor wire? - And come the fall of day
You're so much older than you'll ever know died pretty in the heart and something cold for something taken, somethings given, something slow the heart doesn't need what the heart doesn't know
And the night doesn't die, and beauty never needs to cry 'till a tear falls down from every brilliant eye! And a lie comes from light! Hailing Mary's in, existing in the light a child dies for someone's goddamn rights and I never felt so much! - Hate falls like rain, but we exist in lights and who died on this one last night? - Still comes the lay of tears
'The beings do not come out in the exterior day, they have no other power, than to burst forth in the subterranean night, where they are made, but for eternity ... ' - Antonin Artaud
And love never dies! And we never need to cry 'till a star lights up every brilliant eye! And death comes from light!
'The place where you suffer, where you know you suffer, where you feel it ... where you maintain, the thing, which you do ... in the breast, of sadness ... ' - Antonin Artaud