The singsong voice cannot hear my cry.
The bars collapse along with their pry.
In dark, we stand 'gainst the test of time.
In night, we weep to the vict'ry of this mime.

"What colors will you weave to occupy forever?"
What weep, what woe, that this is the whole.
Linger in the darkness with eyes that foretold.
In the abyss, without company, ever and never.