Abuse My Muse - The Sadness Of The Night

Fear and the anger, massive tongues,
I try so hard to say my hope, but the flame rise higher.
Loneliness will smear again the clear sky, paint the rain,
But it will extinguish my desire.
No matter how much I love you,
It drops me like a stick of glue,
And now the flame rise higher.
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher,