Crystal Stilts
"Bright Night"

Isolate essence ecstatically
Assess malevolent capacity
Perfect an inverted perfidy
A!ect an atavism
Bring out the worst in me
Friends seem afraid
Neighbors just curse at me
Hurling aspersions
At my church of perversity

Finding faces in a blackness
Fathom form in the abyss
This vision's chaos of color
Is a collision of bane and bliss

That's not the real sun
I'm not the real one
It's not the real sun
I'm not the real one