At Twelve In Dark

At twelve, a Cacophony type song Centre of dark forest fog, Hiding everything, dark green Looked into nature's screen, carbons all around moving in the atmosphere, Out of dark feel like everywhere Falcon heart pump death fast, Language mind try to think fast Last hours are like centuries Remembering the ancient monk's theory Someone's switch is on, Early morning sun is upon, Evocative dim light all around, Showing path for known sound.