Deleted actions, once bled of purity. Fable now, waltzing with blinded eyes. A cross bow of bitter emotions, Will wash away the sins, On a sky made of grey. Destroyed.Hunted.Corrupted. The vein resounds to an echoing sun. Killing the inner dream of neverland. The mass applauds a burnt out puppet parade. Inside from dead ratios, Fists try to touch the sky. The treacherous gasp of feedback, Detects resistance with a godlike mask. Destroyed.Hunted.Corrupted. Embrace the thorns, sink into nightmares...