A lost truth revealed Curating a museum To calogue the end of eras An old VHS That Carnabetian dress Laid out amid the faded ages And all this may just keep you sane As the shadows form around you As the shadows form around you The breaks on the wheel A part of the machine That holds the body still to ponder Alone on a hill Alive to hope until The evidence consumes the ideal And all this may just keep you sane As the shadows form around you As the shadows form around you ♪ I called by the hall But you were never home Well hid beneath the poison ivy An awful descent I know it must end I know it has to end I know that this must be the end