The way to dusty death was lighted by the moon
That swept across the well-kept windowsill
The door creaked twice as I made my move
And with a sigh he kept on dreaming still
The candle by the bed had burnt down to a stub
In a minute it would give its final light
I stood and gazed on the blameless face
Sleeps in this petty place from night to night
The way to dusty death was lighted by the moon
That swept across the well-kept windowsill
I drew the blade and held my breath
Out out, brief candle, and he lay still
this fits well into the late 90s-early 2000 era of rock music. Has some of that same spunk of punk rock from bands like green day to me. It's a head banger for sure daneascott