We're all going down to nowhere deep inside, looking for a safe place to hide our Inferno.
With a rope around the neck we feel secure, guided by our own silent light in this deeper, darkest perdition scared of what has never happened.
We are going down.
Some of us are lost trying to win at all costs.
Some of us are dead trying to escape from this safe cage.
Some of us are lost trying to find the right way home.
Some of us are dead trying to feed our own best friend.
There's no safe place for us.
We are everything we have.
We are nothing.
We are going down.