We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that
 Leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the
 Dancers on your tomb. We're the invisible invaders of your privacy... your
 Dreams. We're the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent
 Lunacy on hot oppressive nights - you shine a light and you will see just
 shadow.