Strange. Days. Have found us.

Strange. Days. Have tracked us down.

They're going

to

destroy

Our cas

u

al

joys

We shall go on playing

Or find

a new town!


YEAH!


Strange. Eyes. Fill strange rooms.

Voices. Will signal.

Their tired end

The hostess...

is grinning...

The GUESTS sleep...

from SINNING...

Hear me talk of sin

And you know...

this is it!


YEAH!


Strange. Days.

Have found us!

And through their

strange hours

we linger alone

Bod

ies

Confused

Mem

ories

MISUSED!

As we run from the day

To a strange

Night

OF STONE!


Da dum.