Every solitary need Comes from a chasm. And a tunnel's running deep, beneath these halls All your insecurites live and breed inside them, It's a facsinating breed that Makes you feel alone.
And in the end there's no one left to fall. How it began is left no clues at all. On the road to the preparation there is Much to lose. You've embraced him, become complacent and now Fear is you.
And you try to replace them, but.. And you try to erase them, but.. And you try to evade them, but... And you try to delay them, but...