As we walk farther into this dark chasm
We begin to see the shadows waver just slightly
Like the una**uming players in an elabotate scheme
To dethrone the king and spill the blood of his allies
And as the water drains slowly into our boots
We can only a**ume that there will be a light at the end of this tunnel
But there is no need to fear because our fate is set in stone
And the air smells of d**h now
But we are comforted by the sound of our own black hearts beating in our chests
And the familiar itch of our skin
End my life
She screamed
I want to die now
(Pretend that this never happened I will lift you from this foul soil)