The Dark Days Are Long Over

"The dark days are long over Push max capacity for the while healing Taken for granted our sanity Too much reality Where can you go? But to the horizon There's a figure of speech You couldn't get there with every trip of every sleeve So pray for the dead And fight like hell for the living Or eat all the mud you ever knew And choke on some history High, high, high,High Cry yourself, Jack. The dark days arelong over Reel, breath, breathe under here Skies taken for granted our gravity Too much reality"