Crushed. In flames. I'm in here
Fast Not crazy. My fears
might be confirmed bout the stories
of the haunting dreams I'll say
I'll cling to love than to fall

Forked. Angst. We continue
to dig our dark's portion
like it's what we want
They need understand it clear
The mourned is gone
To face their tears
It's never hot in the middle
To face the real
And never climb the temple.