Bring me a midnight thought about space
Bring me a memory of an empty room
Bring me a poison that burns through the spine
Bring me a lingering frost in the air
Will you fight? Throw reputation to the wind? The consequence is another thing to fear.
Bring me a face made of ashes and rage
Bring me a jar of nightmare mud
Bring me a worm from the valley of hell
Bring me a beast with a wreckage of souls
Will you flee? Let go of your dignity? The choice is yours to fear.
Bring me a gear from the hollow machine
Bring me a thought-stopping wave from the sun
Bring me a rock from the haunted cliff
Bring me a wrong number told in a song
Will you freeze? Abandon your mind? The consequence is another thing to fear.
Bring me a thought that sets your teeth grinding
Bring me a thought that rattles your pose
Bring me a thought that makes your mind blank
And bring me the feeling you get when all your other emotions are gone.
