Ancient footfalls collide in the corridors of time,
And echo through the silent hallways of oblivion,
Casting shadows that flitter in a swirl of silver paradigms,
As we resign all that burns for the comforts of obsidian.
Long ago, the devil set the world on fire,
And he watched it burn in the depths of desire,
Along came the Sandman with his gifts of ice,
Offering to exchange the truth for his rosy lies.
Tired, the angels cried themselves to sleep,
While their demons came out to breathe,
Since then, the world has been theirs to keep,
And we have all been fast asleep.
