When The Night comes the people run yeah out of sight for the night not a single piece of light dark of the edge till the rim goes dim and grim no one to sing the song that makes the bell dongs here we go: when they be peeping and tripping creeping and dripping sneaking and sticking and leaking and peaking and keeping and licking and tricking and feeling and kicking and pealing and knicking and ripping the edge of the birth of earth of the dawn since the crops of corn have been laid since Cain and abel since society has became stable where the universe has not been searched for a reason it's not the season for the betrayal and treason where they are keeping the secrets that shalt never be told by any philosopher or scientist since the dusk of day let's say where god have left creation filled with the horrors of a nation the deepest darkest depths of the dark no nothing no tree branch no cat meows or dog barks just nothing, nothing