Striking Violet

I see you These streets are razors But you don't care The night divides us Shelter scarce Clouds in combat grow over me In striking violet The more we feed The gift of darkness Tender friend Roars the silence Once again We can be once Wake the dead Feeding fires Then she said In riots Dead cities I take my chances These streets are razors But you don't care I can see them all But you don't care Clouds in combat grow over me In striking violet The more we feed In riots Dead cities I take my chances Take my chances Where i stand Here i am Here i am