I opened my eyes and I saw everything The blueprints of the greater design The curse of knowing And being set to witness is mine All my words they burn with revelations Jagged sulphur dissolving the unknown But they fall all upon deafened ears Smothered on London's cold cobblestones The deadweight of my knowledge Deprives me from sanity Twist my words to mirrorspeech For I fail to make them see No choice is left to those Burdened with the darkest of secrets Thus from the pulpit I Scream to the pavement's soul of stone. I will be the last shackle In this EVER-ARCHI-TECH-TURE For it is too much to bare, to hold The chainreaction is terminated Yet so many revelations of one clear image to see they all paint one scene: "A world covered in graves" "I am set to witness" No choice is left to those Burdened with the darkest of secrets Thus from the pulpit I Scream to the cellwalls's cushioned souls of stone