blackness threatens but life still goes on
theres no angels calling, no beautiful song
the bells have stopped ringing
the riotors have all gone home

the nights beauty is scared
when the batteries run out in the sky
the death of life and the glint in my eye
going through the motions until ruts are carved into my soul

gentle acts seems meaningless, purple has faded to black
winter is coming, the geese will never come back
but none of this matters since 'its no. big. thing.'