Falling apart, walls all white, white on blank, blank on blank
While on your knees again, there; something like a victory
When these savage apes
Throw another lashing, or a lucid dream, I don't know
Next to black dice and the chime maiden's bell
Nothing feels like the six South sides of Hell
Insane
Unsafe
Standing there at the precipice of rot you'll wonder how such
Chaos has been amassed, and while you marvel at the insurmountable
Torture, you will feel death's grip and then no more as you are banished to nothing
And still, nothing feels quite like the six South sides of Hell