The soul is a beautiful thing
The mind is a beautiful thing
The heart; a beautiful thing
And if any of the three are imprisoned, the vessel shall face catastrophe
“Blasphemy,” he says
“Handle me,” she says
He can't bare the thought of being cold, and alone, and so
He creates a separate entity all on his own
He sits and ponders with his newfound friend, he says, "when will I ever be happy again?"
Pretend. That everything is okay in the end
It's not your fault, you're the victim in this cruel game
Let the dark take over, as the light descends
Two faces. Two faces to match that heart; that soul; that mind
The fault is mine. I let you slip
I let you slip in the slime, and now you're caught in the grime of your own advantageous lie
It's got hold of you and there's no pulling out
No pulling you out
A soul full of carnage
A heart full of doubt
A mind with a cloud
Looming over it, Plaguing the town
No turning back
It's far too late to save anyone now
Welcome. Welcome to Project Gotham
Welcome to two sides. Welcome to balance and chaos
Equality and bias. Tranquility and Terror