Bloom At Night

I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face

And soon forget that they reflect but don’t create

I heard that birds were drawn to peck at such charades

And I’d put money on your struggles to relate

Those who find themselves acclaimed

Go to God to get renamed

It took one God seven days to go insane

You never know, you could surprise us all in time

Who’ll ever know if it was you that caused the crime?

I know a rose that only cares to bloom at night

It’s that morе lovely than the ones who seek thе light

You crawled across a crowded room

To get your picture with the bloom

Something rare but it’s not theirs to entertain

Entertain

I predict that this affliction lasts for life

I suspect that you’ll regret your lust for light

I suggest that you address your appetite

For to be seen to cast your beam across the night

You crawled across a crowded room

To get your picture with the bloom

You plucked and called it by your name

I’ve seen good men go insane before they’d call a rose

By any other name

(Insane, insane, insane, insane)