We are in the cave, in the ear where it all starts.
Involuntary volunteers we are;
Luckily, I know how to play the guitar
As the double rock door parts.
We are several different hearts,
This adventure we are on is so bizarre.
But we were to stick together like tar
If we were to survive with all of our parts.
We run as fast as we can
To dodge all the sliding rock doors
To get to the end of the cave.
And we stick to a special plan,
In order to keep ourselves from our graves.
As the King said, “If you find the prize, freedom is truly yours”.

We follow his orders,
So we get the one thing we want, we need;
We have to fulfill his awful greed.
Passing over a thousand of our own personal beliefs and borders,
Finding ever cent he wants; a penny, a dime, some quarters.
Our sick hearts begin to bleed,
As we hasten to increase our speed.
The King is merely a hoarder.
We have found the end,
With a treasure chest full of gold.
Our strongest men begin to bend,
To pick it up and hold;
And as we begin to transcend
To obtain what we’ve been told.
People run, as the doors start sliding down again
We were in the main room and have succeeded;
But I left my prized possession right on the other side,
Maybe I could still receive it?
Quickly, I lunged for it, and grabbed it. But I was too late.
I hope the doctors know how to reattach a hand.