Cry over your loss
Which haunts you...

Who said I can't sleep
With my eyes wide open...

What are these things on the trees?
Like flowers on a hill...

I hear them,
But although now...

Hidden
In our shadows...

A sealed can
With no escape...

What could be hiding
In the Black Box...

A gray evil structure
With holes to let in air...

I feel the pain
Just like the first time...

It helps us
Enough to stay awake...

A search for the unknown,
Traveling through dark and humid caves...

To the music we dance,
Our hearts beat the rhythm...