And he finally bore his fangs.
As they glistened like porcelain in the moonlight...

The time it took seemed unbearable,
The everlasting pain of loss...

And the curtain fell,
Ending the nights play...

Can you see into your future?
Can you see past the light...

The goddess's creative vanity
A search for individuality...

Can you finally place the signature
and let me leave this place...

Death to the heathens, whom have so wrongly...
Death to the heathens, whom have placed a price on...

I understand why you left
And I understand the reason...

So it has come to this.
We stand on the ledge of a path...

Sing me the songs of immortal souls
And release me from the stranglehold of failure...

Lets run away from this place
And both save face...

As I watched the minions of capitalism
Cascade across the dimly lit emporium...