And the Catacombs Cry Back
The shadows slip through between the blinds at midnight
Together, hand in hand, they dance in the moonlight
They all seem to delight in sharing this with me
Quite frankly, company is company

But I think that the winds tonight are cruel
Their howling laughter marks forlorn fools
Those who seek to rekindle faltering embers
While memory instead chooses to dismember

And though I can’t find my voice
I call out to keep it intact
Echoes fill the chasm
And the catacombs cry back

The scabs are ripped wide open again
Emotional evisceration