"The night is deafening when the silence is listening and I'm down on my knees and I know that something is missing because the back of my mind is holding things I'm relying in but I choose to ignore it because I'm always denying them I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it 'cause I start losing my head then I get up in a panic Remember, when we were kids and always knew when to quit it Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?" Lights