Something less than nothing more
Midnight dances through the open door
Strummed in sacred chords
Its song is pained and pure
Something less than nothing more
Naked faces wash on naked shores
And all their ills are cured
No pain or loss or words
Something less than nothing more
Midnight dances through the open door
Strummed in sacred chords
Its song is pained and pure
Something less than nothing more
Quiet madness screams to be explored
The pen reveals the sword
An ache that time endures
