The daylight glow as all would know is the burning of the bud

darkness came in such away the wonderwall of mud

silence said the man alive the curtain came and went

the toys in tune the silent moon is the only where you went.,

Friday! the day of death for the templars true

overturned by the pope the were before they went down through

down down in the lake of fire like the yankee lame

off the sight in the night across the ancient plain.

Friday! break a mirror bust your ass, throw away the looking glass

stomp a crack, get her back, pick a cat up by the tail.

pay the end, stand or send, hang in on a nail.