These gentle demons
Enchant your head
Don‘t make you weary
Don‘t make you sad
Don‘t ever blame you
For rushing on
Into the pitfall
The failing dawn

Stalking
T-t-talking

About the endpoint, the final wall
The dropping anchor, the curtain call
The aimless aiming, the sweet escape
The gradual blackout assuming shape

Bathe in the light of freedom fakers
Bathe in the light of perished stars
The light of brilliant manipulators
In the end a dying breed of avatars

Stalking
T-t-talking

About positions
You must defend
Though you can't move and
You barely stand
The luck you've borrowed
Without concern
Taken for granted
Due for return

Bathe in the light of freedom fakers
Bathe in the light of perished stars
The light of brilliant manipulators
In the end a dying breed of avatars

Bathe in the light of freedom fakers
Bathe in the light of perished stars
The light of brilliant manipulators
In the end a dying breed of avatars

Stalking
T-t-talking
Stalking
S-s-stalking