The illustrious game of decent

The dusk has settled and around the borders of illusion

The souls they devour me like a roller coaster

brings me high and touches the moon

but you come spiraling down away from me

and i hang my head low to the power of the dream

Should i dine in ecstasy though it may be evil

I must conquer evil and slay the wicked

another dream cut short by the garter black

why should heaven be cause i can not see it

the tretchery on my soul is i have lost you more

then any other Bangladeshi tiger in Singapore

And although i've seen the wicked

praising shadows more than ghosts of amore'

I stay in-tune with the whispering winds