I spoke of darkness
At an outpost on the sea
And all I saw was through
A light; to think it was me-
That once had traversed the tide
The place waves and water abide
Aboard a ship to New York Shores
Clenched in spotted, wooden bores
That all felt real, but it all did then --
My mood swung below ocean floor
Until some hooded figure shone away
Blacklight creeping \'neath the door
Call me \'expert\', call me \'guide\'
It may be devils by my side
But angels speak in many a tongue
And those who hear me begin to run
Run to the boats that occupy the void
The empty nothingness beneath your feet
Unless my dark light has been devoid
You\'re trapped with danger beneath your seat