This head is haunted by a chorus in the sky

the voices aren't mine


I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes


they're crawling up my spine

they bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlight





Strike a match!

Light the chandelier!


this bedroom is a ballroom now


strike the band and make the dead dance

this room is filled with corpses in costumes





My guests dress in black and blue, I raise a toast to the few

the orchids are in bloom


there's a dead note in the choir of the garden


the sun will kiss the gloom because the warden's giving pardons soon




Strike a match!


Light the chandelier!

This bedroom is a ballroom now


strike the band and make the dead dance


this room is filled with corpses in costumes




"This is your last night, do you believe in what you write? We open the sky and we hope you see light."




Light a match!


Light the chandelier!


This bedroom is a ballroom now

strike the band and make the dead dance


this room is filled with corpses in costumes