You're the little hope that lies
Like pitch black has fire flies
And the leaves that rustle in the wind
Rave of lies that got skinned.
Not even a path to walk
Ghouls whisper in my ears their talk
Not even a soul to see
But I can feel their faces wide with glee.
My heart begins to pound
Lost to the darkness around.
So, my feet follows the fire flies
What a wicked way for you to guise!
- MORPHEUS