The Split Infinitives - Vampire Panic

Vampire panic's a devil now
We can fly under an evening shroud

Save your light, sew your stories
Streets are burning, lit by lamps and signs
Streets are burning, lamps are dying

And halos are burning under a quiet asunder

My sanity is fading quick
Unraveling with a tinge of a sick
To a beggar's best, still can't pick
A beggar's best doesn't mean they can pick

When did I just say
Glimpses there flashes forward
With that his back torn

From a glow in the rounding
Daylight spilling out of fountains
The Earth's dreams, it's so astounding