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Down the winding path past the bridge

Lay a grave amidst a hollow on the ridge.

A solemn place once thought unreal,

But I know its grip too well, oh, so surreal!

[Solo Saltsman]

Once the grave comes into sight,

Waves of energy and distortions of light

Pound your senses into nothing at all;

Twisted preparations for your infinite fall.

[Solo Fedetz]

Witness the end of days

Through the eyes of the insane.

Accept this forlorn gaze,

Spiral down without refrain.

And the journey's only just begun.

In the quiet hours of the setting sun

You will enter into the deepest depths of your dreams.

Can you feel reality peeling at the seams?

Finally a break from the bitter turmoil

As you blink back into the real.

Your mind's unraveling like a ribbon

Caught in the wind of this lurid dusk hymn.

[Clean Solo Saltsman]

[Solo Fedetz]

[Solo Saltsman]

[Solo Fedetz]

Within the breadth of this vision,

You'll come to see

The world in juxtaposition,

The duality,

The irony

Of this mortality.

Once you leave this place

Your mind will never be the same.

Down the winding path past the bridge

Lay a grave amidst a hollow on the ridge.

A solemn place once thought unreal,

But I know its grip too well, oh, so surreal!

And the journey's only just begun.

In the quiet hours of the setting sun

You will enter into the deepest depths of your dreams.

Can you feel reality peeling at the seams?