The Art of Darkness

Take a leaf from the poet's book

Pens leaking, sepia and soot

Fatten your own voice by hook or by crook

And put your blackened soul into the art of darkness

All the tales you've told are true in the art of darkness

And all the truths you've sold

All the truths you've sold

Bring your worst impressions forth

Bring decades of disillusioned thought

All the negativity self-taught

And blend them all into a tale of the art of darkness

No refuge living in the jail in the art of darkness

With your own cross and nails

With your own cross and nails

So hang on to your only song

The same old endless lonely one

To whom does this refrain domain belong?

Who makes the fire burning in the art of darkness?

And brings a light for us to win in the art of darkness

But leaves us standing all alone

But leaves us standing all alone

All alone in darkness