Darkness, Darkness

Is there anything you'd like to confess

To ease your aching conscience?

But the words pulled like stitches in your flesh

And the thought boiled like bile in your chest

Oh, who would have guessed?

Darkness, Darkness

What of all those things you used to profess?

Those ancient truths that you undressed

And laid bare, pale and naked for your friends

But modesty closed their eyes and tied their hands

Oh, who will understand?

Darkness, Darkness

When the myriad interests coalesce

And manifest the radiant countenance

Well they'll brighten the dark corners by themselves

And they'll comfort all the mourners o'er until

Oh, It has been fulfilled