Through lands of milk and honey he went,
left behind all who watched him walk away
to search for those in the shadows
who still reach for the cornucopia...
There was a time when doorways opened onto new dimensions
Far away from a reality slow to change
Dark stairwells granted passage to slow horror
Seeping between truth and dreams, melting them into one...
Voices scream out in pain, and the crowd cheers
Begging for more insight into torment
Give us a taste of that world of hellfire
Cut us open with the same knife that slit your wrists...