Something Less Than Nothing More

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