At What Cost The Night?

Whomever's aspect you believe
There are only three things to conceive
There is no you
There is no me
The only impetus: conceive, conceive, conceive

Whichever dreamy little hell
You lost the hand of when you fell
There is no them
And no one knows
Nothing works the same in the hollow of the well

At what cost the night
At what cost the life
The knives behind your back
The pennies on your eyes

When you die, you’ll stay dead
With no one to catch your hand, it's true
There's no ungetting loss
And death is the boss
And everything you’ve had was left you by the devil

At what cost the night
At what cost the life
The knives behind your back
The pennies on your eyes

And everything you've had was left you by the devil