Slowly and silently we all fall
into a gloomy place. One by one some may fade
into shadows. With the level
of fear rising in our mind. To be free
with the unknown environment. Trapped
inside. We’re left to guide.

There’s a book of knowledge to guide
us on our path to a mysterious place. We all fall
doomed to be trapped
in despair, but we’re left to fade
into white light. To soar, to age, and to be free.
We are all soon to be on a constant level.

Out on a ledge of a cliff we are level,
and we are ready to guide
through this moist and dreary night. We are to be free.
We are all completely and hopelessly falling
into a pit of nothingness, with whispers that fade
from within our mind, we developed into some sort of phantom and we’re trapped.

No matter how careful or steady we are, we’re trapped
inside our mind. We will soon have control of the level
of terror we bottle up inside. We can let it fade
until it’s left behind. Dying away into the deepest black hole, we can and will guide
our spirit. We will lead it to the light. Not to fall
or disappear; we will glide our way to be free.

All we have left to fight for anymore is to be free
of the chains we are bounded by. Being trapped
in the interior of our head we become faint, we fall
with nothing to catch us. Level
to what our sight may tell us, we can try to guide
our way through the musty night and fade.

No spirits are willing to wither or fade,
to become nothing but wanting to be free.
The key to become free might guide
us to a bottomless pit again, to be trapped.
We all combine ourselves together to become more than just level,
we become a unity. But with all the mixture of souls it retracts and we all fall.

Though we all fade away we still end up falling
inside this prison we call our brain. We grow in the comfort of becoming level
with trying to be free that we are soon guiding ourselves to our own trap.