Find me a place where true hearts rest.
Alone, but not lonesome, in finery dressed.
If you're searching for honesty, you'll find nothing but lies.
Curious lovers; in honesty lie.
We can attempt rescue, but we can't out-play fate.
What are we but players, in this player's game?
Do nothing if not wait.
But wait! The weight of a waiting man...
Brings you down, to the ground; to the shallow sands.
When in truthful shadows lie the brightest of lies,
True lies; devoid of any truth.
Lies without color, denied any light.
As dark as the shadows in the deepest of craters,
Devoid of truth, we play our player's game.