A black screen fades to light
And draws the text to the eye...

Fire fighting my friends more protest no peace
Baby’s catching blue rubber bullets in their...

A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...

The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...

It's
Covered in soap...

Laid here is so strange
A place without a door...

Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...

Fear this
This emptiness that’s in your heart...

No solace in sleeping
Just dark dreams and dread...

So I have bled for you
You who do not care...

They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...

I’ve seen eternity
Crushed like a grape...