Psycho Babble Songtext
von Devilment

The wind is far from quiet in the autumnal leaves
But I want the city whipped, for it quickens my needs
I count my losses from the profits of light
I disappear to keep fear, for my realm is the night

Come darkness, death will never sleep again
Sweet is the meat that glutters, slats on the street
Fresher portions in an alley of flies
Come darkness, I′ll creep and I'll reap again
Turning trick for treat, yes, I too can be discreet
Best throw caution, my work field′s never nice

Walk faster now, the taste of defeat in the pace I keep
Snapping at your heels, I feel
Exhilarated, waiting for the kill
Razor blades are running riot down the nape of your neck
Is it rape? Is it murder? Is it pain you expect?
I trip the brittle little steps of your life
I'm coming down and around, making stains, live and die


Come darkness, death will never sleep again
Praise be the chase, the joy of toying with a face
Too long your naked form's been the prize, yeah
Come darkness, I′ll creep and I′ll reap again
The best is the rest of the score, but can you guess
What box I shall perform for your eyes?

Your vacant eyes
They make me want to batter and enact all my despise
When did you know?
When did the madness start to show through the cracks in my humanity?
Blacklighted, earlobes corroded, lack of sanity
My senses heightened to the cusp of overload
Set to project, too de-tightened to explode
With dull precision, my incisions are bestowed
And here's the rope and flowers red and fragrant as a rose

Talk faster now, slur the words in that perfect purr I heard
As bubbles burst on lips, growing thick and slick with fate
Masticated and spilled

Come darkness, I′ll creep and I'll reap again
Turning trick for treat, yes, I too can be discreet
Best throw caution, my work field′s never nice

Come darkness, death will never sleep again
Sweet is the meat that glutters, slats on the street
Fresher portions in an alley of flies