A doorway empty and charred awaits
Look in and see what you left behind
Forgotten on the path to rapture...
Where the moon’s reflection meets the city’s edge
I boarded a ferry to cross over with the rest
To a place that has always waited for us
This, the final passage of dreamers...
Staring beyond the depths of the cup in my hands
Into a past I long to know
The view from atop the boneyard pile
Is a steep descent into rolling madness.