Calling for Vanished Faces II

If only I could take all of you at once
I would take you forever, and ever, and ever
And only so lose myself in you
And so I smile and skip- green godlike there
The pitcher of all rage, all lust, and wanton

The inmost night
And lay waste to the playgrounds
The concrete covers all
The grass sleeps and waits to rise again
It listens for the final trumpet of

The inmost light
And I clench my left hand, then I open it
The gods I loved are all dead
Pages, metal, signs- all gone
Edward Alexander in some sad home, falls alone
And sees clearly now
The inmost light

The sadness of the inmost light
The growl, the grip, and final sigh
Paint by numbers of the inmost light
The plastic form illusion
We just have time to swallow
Before the door knock of the inmost light
He waits at the door, he waits at the door
And if you see me try to grin
And then I'll hide myself behind a ball
A sign I wish to play and run, hide and seek

The sound is gay and full of joy
It masks the binding of our eyes
The scorch of all the bone fire burns
We hop and skip, and trick and treat
Just watch your heart, and soul, and all
And watch your back, it's waiting there
And smiling there

The inmost light
Unforgiving there
The inmost light
So broken there
The inmost light
Howling
The inmost light
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Inmost light