Elusive Thoughts That Are Becoming Faceless

We have seen the light

The light is full of sickness

Lygophilia

Day turns to night, we are allergic to the light

Angels are falling like rain, commandments rewritten in pain

Guided by the demons of fire, we now travel through the realms of desire

Lygophilia

Exiled from the rays of the sun, we sink into the majesty of the dark skies