In the cold and lonely spaces between hopes and fears,

Where psilocybin dreams filled my younger years,

There lies a darkened shrine that harbors unknown tombs,

Drawing me forth despite my inner wounds,

In every night,

There is a dream that I can't contain,

Fears that I've held,

Deep in my bones since my soul was conceived

There is no light,

No sure escape from the tide,

Here stands the man, watching,

His fingers beckon me near,

What kind of evil trick has brought me back to here?

A stone now is pushed aside that covers up my fear,

Maybe I seek this place to redeem all my sins,

Not just mine, but those bestowed upon my kin,

In every night,

There is a dream that I can't contain,

Fears that I've held

Deep in my bones since my soul was conceived,

There is no light,

No sure escape,

I see him,

He comes forth,

From darkness,

He takes form

I see him,

He is I,

I am cursed,

And I am damned

I see him,

He comes forth,

From darkness,

He takes form

I see him,

He is I,

I am cursed,

And I am damned.