He's been kicking and kicking against these frozen walls under thick sheets of ice, where he's imprisoned in this laughing timber. So he weaves himself into the splinters until the cabin creaks and moans and shadows pace around the room.

Now they're pacing a circle.

They'd stare into that abyss for a thousand years to find a hole through the winter, they'd find the devil in the center. They'd stare into the abyss for a thousand years to find a hole through this prison of desires.

They'd stare down to witness them pacing a circle, still pacing a circle.

They'd stare into that abyss saying oh, how I wish it was when they're the devil in the center in a prison of desire. Their eyes burn green with their deep held greed, when the streets see they are too damn unclean.

But they're the devil in the center in a prison of desires.

They'd stare into that abyss for a thousand years to find a hole through the winter, they'd find the devil in the center. They'd stare into the abyss for a thousand years to find a hole through this prison of desires.

They'd stare down to witness, saying I wish it was, how I wish it was, but they're the devil in the center.

They stare into the abyss.