Is that it?-my delusions were so much more than this, if all we are is flesh and lies, that devour empty minds. My delusions forever unearth me in the distant of this-unauthentic life, is what we all posses because we follow them. When dead hands take us down, right back to underground-where we all started as diminutive stone-to become strong trees grown, these lies forever sewn, until they burn away the wits-they will take us all down, and maybe we’ll rebirth, and turn into a forest then. The blaze that lies within will shortly die away and stifle out your soul. Blaze that lies within will shortly die away and count up all the toll. This point I clutch the only, way we can escape-the flesh and lies-which leads to our forest lands alike. Flesh and lies combined all depend on me, to unlock the gateway to lands of open sea. Where our souls are free, to roam as they want-no diminutive stone to lead us to believe. Know your worth-stands at nothing for all you believe is lies that will surely die away. The blaze that lies within will shortly die away and stifle out your soul. Blaze that lies within will shortly die away and count up all the toll. Dead hands-finally grip all our hands and take us all down underground. Blaze that burns away my eyes from all the dreadful things that they have done. Deceit-they tell us things to believe that don’t-exist, which stifles out your soul-letting all the sturdy lies creep into the blaze, that runs your unauthentic life-and our shadows are lost-dead-for all they can tell you’ve been unearthed in the-distant unauthentic life-they can’t live without-this way...