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What are you thinking?

The risks that your are taking

That's not the way, that's not our way

This pain we endure, will not last. It shall pass, it shall pass.

An infectious grip, clenches and twists, pulls down and feeds.

And it shows us the way

Shhh...

Phantasmagoria

Clash and craig, Witness!

What am I thinking?

The risks that I am taking

I've lost the way, I've lost my way

Lurching rooted to the ground, cracks and twists, raises a limb.

And it shows us the way

Hey!

Stumbling and weak, don't lose the path

Finally reaching the gate, but two shadows block the door

They beckon to approach

(Why do I hear screams, coming from my home?)

Join us, let's play a game

(Why do I hear a beast, enraged in my home?)

What we are thinking

For each step you have taken

you sacrifice, one finger to break

The pain you feel, will not last, only seven steps to pass

seven steps to pass

A shattered grip, struggles and twists, agonizing screams,

as a stubborn door blocks your way