There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun

Uluru

How do you start what shouldn't be started?

How do you break what should never be bent?

How do you win the wholly unwanted?

And how can you stand your own face at the end?

Who will you be, when ev’rything’s rusted,

When age wears the varnish off of your skin?

Who will you be, when your world’s combusted,

Broken in strips, never matched right again?

What if your scars tell more than a story,

And what if your pride wears better worn thin?

What if your wars were fought without glory?

Would you be more than the scope of your sins?

With luck, a glance, a chance, a game of dice

What if your actions cost more than your price?

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

The Lamplighter and the Candle-snuffer

Running amok, adrift in the endless

Lost in the inescapable expanse

The tyranny of distilled disbelief

Swimming in daydreams of dying

Drowning in visions of flying

I cannot escape and I'm lying

The truth is I'm too scared to try

For behold, the extinguisher comes!

The imbiber of animus here

He seeks to consume your glimpses of flight

To come and devour your will to fight

Exterminate your ev'ry spark of delight

But who's the real enemy here?

He, me or thee?

It's no use, for there in his chalice are we

Indeed, in his goblet I'm me

Slowly approaching his vast, gaping maw.

To live, such ignominy

To die, such unholy glee

Is this how it feels to be he?

I forgot how it felt to be me

To fly through the water-less sea

I'm drowning in oxygen

For I cannot recall how to breathe.