Blind Reality
Leathered
suits
Tailored
to cover
Insides
from out
Monsters
feasting
Under the
moonlight
Born to
lose
Day is
night
And
Night is
day
No good
fences
All
together
Made bad
neighbours
Instinct,
nature
Formed by
two
For the
two
Each
different
Pulled
apart
By
procession
Death
dealers
Both must
be
To live in
sanctified harmony
