The gold I feel, is so unreal.
     Because I live my life in shadows.
Every night, reacts in fright.
     Because I live my life in shadows.
What is love? But a hallow dove.
     In this world of shadows.
We all live in the lies we give,
     We're in a world of shadows.

This is nothing but a puzzle box, an apparent paradox.
Another tree starts to sing, as his house bells ring.
One small sparks it all, as the maze begins to fall.
As the sights turn to dusk, another box burns to dust.

Another piece to this puzzle I distress,
of a map to this maze I digress.
The council I come across, I seldom borrow.
In a deeper pit I drown my tomorrow,
A wordless cut which leads to no gold.
A defenseless tower with no help, just bold.
Back in the maze, with no choice but down.
A new treasure sits waiting to be found.

Turned up, my head illuminates.
Knocking at the door it creates.
Free from this I do implore,
There's another creature at my door.
Clawing, screaming for his turn.
I have no key, for me to learn.
Sights of these, the mirror lies.
Another knocks with his disguise.
A new hole opened, the world to see.
The door wide open, in sanity.

I'm tripping over myself, no five to help me up.
Too easily i'm causing treason, making the knot tighter.
I'm reading the ground trying to find a lasting string.
The angel's feather seldom fell, but into my hand.
A divine map led by a demon himself to inside.
It pumped so hard, but the four were so broken.
I still sit and feel the world rotate around me.
Just another movie left to be replayed.

Kettle steaming from the maze,
whistling out louder water.
Poured inside, scarring speech.
Sit without a flame beneath me.
The air now, all silence.
But whispers of storm turned to sorrow.

I spend my light searching for stars,
       My dark shivering, but I'm not cold.
I asked for a life not ground to chars,
       To find and end to the dependent way of old.