As the cheerless cities pass my window I can see a cleaned out moon via the fog And then a voice inside of my head, breaks the analogue And states “Adhere to me down to the valley down below You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul” I survived in opposition to the will of my twisted folk But in the deafness of my globe the silence broke And said “Comply with me down to the valley beneath You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul” “My David will not you be concerned This cold entire world is not for you So relaxation your head upon me I have strength to have you” (Ghosts of the twenties growing Golden summers just keeping you) “Stick to me down to the valley down below You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul Come to us, Lazarus It can be time for you to go”