Last night I found myself walking as someone else.
Angrily, I walked down Sundance Street, my hands down at my sides, my eyes fixed on my feet.
Just as I said before, I'm not myself no more, just a shell that's walking in defeat. Shadows' dust, all mindless and discrete.
My hands stuffed in my pockets I walk down Sundance Street.
The Void is coming, now lead me out the door.
It's not my right to say who has been here once before.
Then when the smoke has cleared, you'll find I've disappeared. Out of sight, I'll vanish in the night. Cloaked by the darkness, and marching to the beat, the rain has freshly fallen on Sundance Street.
The Void is coming, tearing up the sky. The clouds have turned to black, now watch them as they're flying by.
