Calling For Vanished Faces II

If only I could take all of you at once
 I would take you forever, and ever, and ever
 And only so lose myself in you
 And so I smile and skip- green godlike there
 The pitcher of all rage, all lust, and wanton
 The inmost night
 And lay waste to the playgrounds
 The concrete covers all
 The grass sleeps and waits to rise again
 It listens for the final trumpet of
 The inmost light
 And I clench my left hand, then I open it
 The gods I loved are all dead
 Pages, metal, signs- all gone
 Edward Alexander in some sad home, falls alone
 And sees clearly now
 The inmost light
 The sadness of the inmost light
 The growl, the grip, and final sigh
 Paint by numbers of the inmost light
 The plastic form illusion
 We just have time to swallow
 Before the door knock of the inmost light
 He waits at the door, he waits at the door
 And if you see me try to grin
 And then I'll hide myself behind a ball
 A sign I wish to play and run, hide and seek
 The sound is gay and full of joy
 It masks the binding of our eyes
 The scorch of all the bone fire burns
 We hop and skip, and trick and treat
 Just watch your heart, and soul, and all
 And watch your back, it's waiting there
 And smiling there
 The inmost light
 Unforgiving there
 The inmost light
 So broken there
 The inmost light
 Howling
 The inmost light
 Bad, bad, bad, bad
 Inmost light