Who doesn't sleep in the dark? Black mood and cloak mask
The blackness of the night is not the darkest, but the blackness of greed that cannot find the bottom line
The humble streets are beneath my feet, and I stand alone on the city skyline
Don't ask me whether I'm evil or good. I'm just a mammal eager to fly.
The division between good and evil is not opposites
But everyone's last pure line of defense
No one can escape the test