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Intrigued by it's beauty, in the beginning

It seem a game, no prize for the winning

In depth in thought, you further your course

Your scared of your findings, but not of remorse

You follow their lead, the other side's players

No rules you will find, you're a doer not sayer

Your thoughts not so bold, taking your breath

Tearing your soul, running after death

Beating the clock, to open the box, open new doors you thought would always be locked

Blow by blow, he slowly comes whole, hammer and nail he draws strength from the floor

A call in the night, to save your life, to wake you from sleep, save you from strife

Save you from strife

New feeling arise, they open your eyes, to ones larger than life such a pleasant surprise

Your drawn by the fear, feel it so near, you don't know the difference you no longer hear

Pleasure and pain, it isn't a game, enjoy one as the other so close to the same

You walk the hallway of eleven arches

The dark pathway of your dreams

It reeks of fright, the only light

Is the darkness of your screams

Of your screams

Breaking away, you think you can win, the chains that suspend you are made up of sin

You taste of you freedom, and others entail, partially winning in ending you fail

Cenobites chatter, female, lead, casting you deeper, your lust and your greed

The walls throw you out, the hooks pull you in, suspend you above, there's no way to win

Walk the hallway back to your room

The dark pathway of your dreams

It reeks of fright, the only light

Is the darkness of your screams

Running the hallway back to the room

The only safe salvation

Leaving behind such a sweet, horrid life

Made up of sorrow and aggravation