Vacant Sense Eruption Songtext
von Darkside NYC

Flight of the new moon eclipse
Darkness, my accomplice in this hell which I exist
Careening through the brambles; search for a spirit sign
Burrs stick to my arms and ankles; deer ticks lick my wounds

In the distant horizon, wind whispers chill
Before me, apparitions reveal their inner mystery
Lost in the moment of mystique, fashioned out of fear
I can sense my end is near