It’s standing on a rooftop in the pouring rain
Staring into a thousand glass eyes that light up the night
Wondering why they’re still open
While the voice of a god beats upon the earth below...
I’ve seen this back alley before
In the haze of a dream world, though awake
These blinding lights strike me as familiar
Behind the door up ahead a staircase descends
Into an underworld that awaits my return