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From ice caverns, to this...

Slip into a matrix, a perplexed state of innuendo surreal

Out of reach galaxies mesh with purgatory states

Lost touch and lost grip, falling from the mountain

We don't know how we got here. We've done everything we can

This can only be another test but what we have will only get us so far

We cannot exercise enough caution, we have to figure out the riddles of this house

This melting candle stares me in the face, its beckoning flame a shimmering beacon of hope

Musty and dank the cellar is, nowhere to dig or claw

From the stag's head on the wall to the crimson flood of red curtains

Slip into this matrix, a diseased state of mind

Out of reach galaxies mesh with purgatory states

The One becomes a blip and Rex engulfs the hope