In Terms Of Twilight

And then it was quiet
And then all was done
Lonely streetlamps, scattered heartbeats and I
And then it was gone

What is the strength that calls the man
To leave in terms of twilight?
Under dying stars, not sober. No! No!
They lost neon, I lost faith

Tonight my only God is silver, sharpened chrome and itch
Tonight I know my hunters and the meaning of pain
And as I try to gather piece to piece of oxygen, I breathe 
Don't pull the feathers from my wings
I dare you wolf!