Текст песни The Midnight Whistler - Cursor

A siren in the night
The midnight whistler calls
A voice that echoes through the trees
And beckons one and all
With a song of mystery
Of secrets yet untold
That stirs within us vices
That we thought we had controlled
Hey you
Where are you running?
Slow down
I'm not out to get you
Hey you
Do what you wanna
Do what you wanna
Pitiful reactions
From chaos, follies bloom
Sifting through your ashes
The monster is you
Monster
When will you show your face
Stop hiding your not a damn disgrace
When will you show your face
Stop hiding
Your not a damn disgrace
Not a Disgrace
When will you show your face
Stop hiding your not a damn disgrace
No, not a disgrace