I call my shadow Maybelline, and talk to her at night,

she dances on the wall for me if I turn on the light,

in whispered voice she tells me of her world beyond the day,

where shadows live in darkness and the sun is kept away.

A million monsters roam this void in search of laughter's sound,

no happiness allowed, and if a joyful shadow's found

then everyone is forced to watch - to hear the piercing cries

as dragons use their sharpened teeth to shred the victim's eyes.

Now almost every shadow has no organs left for sight,

these silhouettes are far too sad to stand up tall and fight,

as every minute one more wraith is ripped in agony,

there is but one solution - and the answer lies with me.

I know the story's true, my shadow wouldn't tell me lies,

I see the darkened landscape, hear the low and helpless cries,

these poor pathetic creatures need an iridescent knight,

a hero who will lead them from the darkness into light.

I pondered that this morning as I lay awake in bed,

another drunken night had mixed the thoughts inside my head,

that Maybelline had lied to me, I'm searching for my gun,

I'll kill that bitch the next time that I head out in the sun.