story behind the song: infusion day and the realization that there are many kinds of junkies. Even when its necessary, even when it helps, it gradually turns that promise of reduced pain into a need ...
Lyrics
after the sunset
blood blackened like your heart
answered like an owl
knowing who from the start
monsters in madness
carried off eclipsed
by the rites of the victims
and that last kiss
of tomorrow
after the neglect
all those smiles still encased
in the plastics of scowls
molded and made
in the glow of time's essence
powdered and perfumed
by the wants and the whims
of the recently exhumed
so tomorrow...
