Dark water (nightcrawler)

Balance is bittersweet when all you know is madness.
Count my blessings. Poke out my eyes.
Privilege magnified and shoved in my face
when I walk through the tunnels where the invalids lay.

I'm wading in dark water when I should be in bed.
With a head full of magic and a heart full of dread.
My labors of toil. My labors of love.
Streetlight pale. Goddamn the sun.

We're all dangerously close to the bottom.
Anguish and joy could be slammed shut.
In the wink of an eye, in the inky night.
I'm a nightcrawler and I don't know why.

Balance is bittersweet when all you know is madness.
Count my blessings - Claw out my eyes.
There's no rain to wash the piss stench away
when I walk through the tunnels where the invalids lay.

I'm wading in dark water when I should be in bed.
With a head full of magic and a heart full of dread.
My labors of toil. My labors of lust.
Streetlight pale. Goddamn the sun.

We're all dangerously close to the bottom.
Anguish and joy could be slammed shut.
In the wink of an eye, in the inky night.
I'm a nightcrawler and I don't know why.