No Rest for the Weary
My marrow like layers of brume
veil-like mist creeping up the meadow
crescent shadows flood the sky
while the world below waits in fright
clouds are ready to pour down on me
all the twangling sounds of fear
swallow the surface
spectre shadow
frozen in time and space
glare of neither night nor day
will it ever turn to light
spectre storm
whirling in time and space
glare of neither night nor day
in the eye of rashness
the violence fades away
as i scour open space
a deadly calm inside
I'll never know what it means
I'll never know what it means
This deadly calm inside
I'll never know what it means