In these halls, we scream as our underlying madness takes over our bodies
In these halls, there is no mystique as true human nature is revealed
There is no room for sanity but instead, beautiful lullabies of hysteria.
People use their claw like nails trying to somehow escape themselves.
In a sick twisted way, I love this world,
this world unlit by incessant eclipses.
Sometimes madness can be a sweet thing.