Does it make you happy to believe that you brought me down,
When you sit in the night and there’s no one around.
Do your days make you happy, as the light’s on your face,
Til the shrouded night comes to your desolate place.

But you can’t run from the stillness in the night,
In the silence, in the solitude there is no light.
And the prayers of the innocent do not understand,
How one so alone, so violent can stand.

Do you believe it will change in magical view,
Will people gather around and worship you.
Does it make you happy to put them in their place,
When all along only you look you in the face.

But you can’t run away from the stillness of the night,
In the silence, in the solitude there is no light,
All the endless drone going on and on,
But you will never think you’re wrong.

No pity comes from the calls of help, no one is around,
In the depth of your weary days, when there is no sound.
Your mind’s all a clutter, there’s no way out,
Don’t bother yelling, there’s no one to hear your shout.

But you can’t run from the stillness in the night,
When there’s no one there to turn on the light.
I hope your anger will bring you joy,
As you keep to your lonely ploy.

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