He has walked the pit
Wrapped in midnights cloak...

Rats scrabble within these thin walls
What once was majestic now eaten alive...

We’re all broken
We’re all in pain...

Through king of man provoking fear
While god like saints walk apse of white...

The leaves die and fall
Some cling on like a rat in a dry well...

I feel like you are waiting for me my friend
Waiting for the wolf to let me in...

Feel like I want to write about
A girl who hates her own skin...

The father asked for a cliche
He moulded us in this way...

No solace in dark dreams
In sleep there’s just dread...

In his house he is god
A god of pain and flaying...

I have been to Langley
I have seen the white stone crypt...

Caustic causes fade away
To reveal the infernal...