The way leads thru the darkness of the corridors of the soul - where you
must find the true name of the one who you extoll - the mindless
twisting creatures wear the flesh right to the bone -
but on and on you tread though the path you walk alone -
no one else but you can hear the screams of agony -
no one sees the torture there throughout eternity -
i've not found a place of solitude to rest or think -
only quicksand clutches me and tries my mind to sink -
whatever you've been told rest assured it's all a lie -
they think they really know you but they never even try -
so take the initiative to heart and let it guide the score - for
innocence must always lose until they are no more.