The Outlier
In the darkness, in the dark
In the darkness, in the dark...
Wake at the stroke of midnight, fall out with my frittered dreams
Now I chase the comfort of the sinister voices sounding
Through the tunnels underneath this heaving city
In the presence of the void that hangs above
I am searching for this constant gravity
This fleeting shadow's weight and in my mind it's only
One step behind
Like drifting phantoms
Collide like smoke
My battle to the death with the wolf in the night
I am searching
But it is hunting
One step behind
Lying in wait
Lying in wait
One step behind
Waiting
Watching