Like A Beet-Beating Beatle

Like the sunny-shine sunlight upon your skin,
time is there draining you out;
and why the dark never seemed so sweet,
was because you had no taste for it.

Like a beet-beating beatle encroaching on your thoughts,
nightmares are there draining you out;
and why the dreams never gave you peace,
was because you had no taste for them.

Like black-blinded black sheep walking over you,
we are there draining you out;
and why we never gave you an answer,
was because you had no taste for us.