Take a step back and let those strings unwind,
The corrupted skylights hang over head,
Crunching noises heard as they grind,
As if it were to be the soft pillow of a bed.

Lay to rest all our sorrows,
Do not allow our mistakes,
To make us hollow.

My only words be as to you,
"Forsaken your vile chains,
Do not allow amends to hold you close.
The bells chime upon the wicked horse,
Take this vile horse by the reigns..."
As bells chime, only the Few.