Midnight And The Blade Twelve on the clock Both hands sticking high The darkness engulfs Little to be seen around Confusion sets in Disoriented, dizzy Stuck in the middle Three choices The dove, lion, and blade All drawing near Nowhere to hide Emotions rage like a storm Flying around the heart The dove coos on your shoulder Dragging you to sleep It whispers in your ear It caresses you with wings It is your peace The lion roars in your face It tosses you around The claws ripping against flesh It is your anger It is a betrayal The blade is the last Where the dove and lion clash The peace you can feel The claws that can rip It creates peace It promotes anger But the blade is a foe As friendly as it seems The blade wants to hurt It ruins your peace It betrays yourself At midnight with the dark Three choices cross paths The dove with it's peace The lion with it's claws And the blade, the secret foe Put it down, follow the dove Listen to the lion Learn from your mistakes As the clock strikes one The nightmare is done