Tyla North Of Darkness
The pagan rites of the wild bunch they stare at me from afar Pointing the finger of evidence as I rage in my car I drive around the city looking for victims to use I drag them down with me in my world of self abuse Silver tongued black witches who try to steel my soul as I sleep They are thwarted by my strength of deception That I've inherited from the meek But somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call My etiquette was left dying at the door The prozac haze that she swam through merely crashed out on the floor Her eyes took the subway where the train of confusion caught her soul It rode her to the edge of time and then it let her go And somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call
