My cabal, he sleeps outsidenpulling the shadows over the moonlightnMy cabal, won't you come insidenForget the darkness if just for one nightnnPossibilitiesnbaited with personal inconveniencenEvery time he feelsnthat baited resistance tugging at his sleevenhe struggles to find whonhe struggles to see whynHe's weary with a weightnso often confused with authority,nbut who's?nnMy cabal, he sleeps outsidenpulling the shadows over the moonlightnMy cabal, won't you come insidenForget the darkness if just for one nightnnI want to know whynpaper is so differentnAnd what happens once thesenpromises incubated hit the airnI want to know why thenair becomes so thick and impenetrablenand why another set of rules apply, why?nnMy cabal, he sleeps outsidenpulling the shadows over the moonlightnMy cabal, won't you come insidenForget the darkness if just for night