The Passage Lyrics
trapped on threshold to realityan invisible twina short-cut to insanity. The loyal best friend that I dreamed uptook advantage of vastness of weak spotsI had nobody and neither did heso I let him share my body-weird ideadethroned its master with a cloth of confusionthis disembodied thing has grown out of proportionwe've come to far to stop now, I got everything to gainand some say that insane is sane.
Memento Mori The Passage
