In the undergrounds of modern Suburbia
whispers echo out forgotten names
The world is a stranger hiding under a mask
blind from truth and reality
The jungle of the night
captures, raptures, fractures your mind
Into splinters
Splinters of thought, life, love, loss
Splinters that pierce through the soul
into the eye of the beholder.
Vast dreams lay in waiting.
Silently penetrating the outer limits
of the ties that bind the world together
freedom has never felt so costly
Everyone has to pay to play.
