• We all start its abyss and end there
    Dark halls are the mothers of terrors unspoken
    We shy away from their deep eyes and wonder
    We wonder the thoughts the words the signs shown
    Are we tools for them and their children, those broken dreams
    Are we to shy away further in to the light that is a lie
    Are we to be an unspoken tool for those bonds on our feet
    Dragging us further from our true goals
    We wonder
    Don’t look for us in darkness for we know only to late

    We know we weren't meant for the light because there lays the Greatest Evil