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12:05 Tonight (No Jacket Required) (Two Minutes’ Enlightenment) (click for MP3 file)

Tonight could be the night, one night it will be,
When all the seeds of my destruction bloom and kill me.

You think you're innocent? You're an accomplice.
You're just as much to blame as any other illness.

Your open hand doesn't make the situation better;
Was once a fist, and I'm not a very good forgetter.

I stand inside a pit, only one way out.
For now I'll persevere to see how all this plays out.

Alone inside my mind, and on the outside.
Born into all of this with no hope to find out why.

Your bleeding heart doesn't offer any reassurance.
Your fake concern is a not infrequent reoccurrence.

A: You know there's light?
B: I can't see it from here.
A: Day comes from night.
B: Not after so many years.

I stare into the dark, the crimson numbers,
Advance relentlessly, indifferent to my slumber.

The race is winding down, I see the finish.
Each day I feel the will to persevere diminish.

I feel my mind in the grip of existential torture.
(An|The) open grave is the only thing I've ever worked for.

A: You know there's light?
B: I can't see it from here.
A: Day comes from night.
B: Not after so many years.
A: You know you're right?
B: Well, it's not like "hooray!"
A: So say good night.
B: And now I'm going away.

Tonight will be the night....
The song title is (loosely) based on a strange message left on Mike Pack’s answering machine.