Believe what you pay for, 's what they say But tomorrow I will bring proof that life still exists (outside of this shell) I can view the solemn grow, where they keep the bloodstones, and they torture Certain visions of my new castle hidden 'neath a mound of ashes They all coveted a cycle of past plagues Real death is what I'm searching for tonight Reaching out for new life Beneath my feet, an area that seems fit for sleeping