Greetings, hello, and welcome to the end.
Come become anonymous, like all your other friends.
Cast aside the velvet rope, step behind the veil,
Enter blackened plains where the weeping sirens wail.
Comfort is a vapor rumour in this unending gloom,
You dreamt of glowing paradise, not this barren tomb.
No mother hears your cry for help,
No father hears your scream,
It's time to grasp what you have done, that this is not a dream.