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

I stand and I wade through it
The sites and sounds of a torn psyche...

A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...

Make me wanna stay
Just tell me where I should lay down...

The path still calls me
The dark forest and the heart tree...

Through nets as fine as spider web
His bloodshot eyes covet their meal...

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

Fade and shade are new constants
Constant change that connects continents...

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

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

It's
Covered in soap...

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