Your dreams will fade, and self loathing comes The age-old curse of the clinically numb Turned on bright lights, a wax wing demise In cut gla** bowls you find endless desire (But I don't mind) Strangers call my name through the night Victims of a social suicide Strangers call my name through the night Victims of a social suicide Through white homes and far away signs Burns a wind like fire in God's own eyes Sunlight climbs, through holes of black light A day in my life and you can see through time (People die) Strangers call my name through the night Victims of a social suicide Strangers call my name through the night Victims of a social suicide Call me, into the night they call me Call me, into the night Call me, into the night they call me Call me, into the night