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