The Night The Night

O clever folly recover yourself
O hateful holly covering the ground. For a light to shine on
the ones to resign to the one flawed life.
O the tyranny of the father is only matched by his son's
unruly dollar.
O he suckles blue blood from the wound under your collar.
To devise the contracts for the last hopeless pack with wild
and beaming eyes.
They cry "The night! The night!" with wild and bleary eyes.
Lone gone and lonesome blue as night.

O that hateful sound of holly covering the ground.
O that flagrant smell O that hateful sound
O that flagrant smell O that hateful sound
O that flagrant smell of holly covering the ground.
Lone gone and lonesome blue as night.

Because no one bares a resemblance to the night.