Look on into the valley of the dead. The remnants of lovers so long forgot. Let us lament the torment that they fought Let us forsake the torrid words they said Because these self-loathing liars have led Us to believe the lessons we were taught: The pinnacle of existence is brought Near to whole as the intellect is shed What beats in our chest knows many mistakes Our shared folly always turns to the worst The binds that hold us that we cannot break Keep us kneeling on this ground that you have cursed Our heads are filled with thoughts we cannot shake None of these wells will satisfy our thirst Tormented by your fabricated lust Precisely mirrored to our delusion We pander to our own self-disgust Submitting our minds to your illusion You've bound us with endless fascination Captivated by such a narrow trope Firmly possessed by our infatuation We've fallen victim to feigned hope Vainly now, an ancient voice pleads To see our hearts and minds return From the place where the shadow leads To see what we have failed to learn Blind witness, you see our vanities And our deepest insecurities