Along the way we learn things too hard,
And we whisper out the way to stop our hearts,
We gather mountains of information that will tear us apart,
Like the sun hopelessly collecting shadows through glass towers.

We all fight day in and day out,
To pull the wool over our eyes,
Seeking warmth and comfort in a world so cold,
It's so strange to have a paper cocoon in a raging inferno.

Like Dante on his journey through Hell,
The deeper we go, the more it gets hazy,
Only until we hit rock bottom,
And the Devil gets his dues.