Behold the man in rags among rats
His life is almost ove
He's no one he is nothing
But his eyes are greedy
They're eating the night
Into the void into nothing
To the fields of nowhere
In his last state of delirium
He doesn't want the night to end
Behold the man in rags among rats
His life is almost over
He's no one he is nothing
But his soul is greedily licking the dark
Unnatural hunger a force
Like splinters of glass in the mouth
And as the darkness pours out of him
He doesn't want the night to end
anymore
On the 13th floor Of a desolate building
A carrion crow
Spreads its wings and starts to fly