Surrounded by pitch black, guards at their stations

Dark this night when a flickering glow beckons 

Rhythmic laughter, startling sound hallucination

The light is pulsating like static voice calls from heaven

Someone clicks their tongue, scraping metal across metal

You can hear the dragging of the twisted, ego elated  

Feet, feel the hurt alongside dust that settles

Rise, ribs clattering, orchestrate the created

All imprisoned of their own volition

Blinded in a cell of hate

They tossed themselves to armed opposition

Arms they blessed; a Ferris fate

Fairest wheel you could never come down (before)

Spinning, for Eternity (her waging war)

Ask The Men with guns if they still see the glow

Growing flame–only need. Answer: “No”

But it burns in front of you, agonizing slow

Yet out of reach and the choir only you can hear

Driven mad. Driven mad. Driven mad.

Midnight prison 

It’s everlasting, it always has been

Your own imagination clouding vision

It’s everlasting, it always will be

The Men in uniform smile down at your misery

The other side sees the life as insanity

Meaning of the glow, what do they bring?

Meaning of the glow, why do they sing?

Meaning of the glow, what do they know?