Walking across this pale pane, I see what lies beneath the sheet Here meek children beseech those meant to keep-safe the weak Indifferent rooms spell out the reasons why Carve out a hole and pray for boredom next time When the whip is what answers the cry Intruding on a key scene Steal away, break through the fear Dethrone silence as king Cowards will prey no more When you realize you've slipped through the cracks And there's no unplunging the blade I'll be by your side to clot the blood and help you catch all that spills out