Between the things we see and the thing we feel
Sometime there is no explanation, for things that...

I stand here in awe of the pyramid that stands...
I know walking up the steps before me, I will be...

We solemnly walk in a funeral procession, to the...
This being the last time, I will ever be so close...

From my cell, I can see plainly into the town...
Not believing my life is coming to and end...

I was caught dancing in the darkness and woods...
I am afraid, of the adults around me, so I pretend...

Being a plumber at times is not a job of fun
But the money, well that is an added bonus...

Why have you condemned me to death, in this place...
What gives you the right to think you are better...

In this place of ancient magic and religion
I feel the ancients as they call to me...

I have no right to stalk you and watch you as I do
But I just can't help myself, you are the most...

As I enter this place not seen by man's eyes for...
I feel a strange wind, and I can not figure out...