I know you're out there, hiding on the edge of light. Floating around to see what becomes of your memory. If you get tired you can cover your eyes. But when it's time to say goodnight or goodbye, know you're never gonna leave here. You're never getting out alive.
I know you're out there hiding on the edge of light. And you can try all your life, but you still won't find a way to make it all right. You were crowned anointed in a room with the window painted black. The best-kept secret yet. The new Tom Sawyer, king of the wasteland.