Flashing those colours like you're naked,
Put it away for the love of day,
And get on or get off,
There is no half way,
I see you're alive,
And you know what is right,
So what are you doing,
Worshiping the night,
The shadows don't care,
They don't understand,
It's just hard to see,
So you can't see their hands,
Skinny and broken,
Bleeding and sore,
I know it's hard, son,
It's a vision abhorred,
But you gotta get with it,
Or you'll soon meet the sword.