The Outlier

In the darkness, in the dark
In the darkness, in the dark
Wake at the stroke of midnight
fall out with my frittered dreams

Now I chase the comfort of the sinister voices sounding
Through the tunnels underneath this heaving city
In the presence of the void that hangs above
I am searching for this constant gravity
This fleeting shadow’s weight and in my mind it’s only

One step behind
Like drifting phantoms
Collide like smoke
My battle to the death with the wolf in the night

I am searching
But it is hunting
One step behind
Lying in wait
Lying in wait
One step behind
Waiting
Watching