Returning to the knowingness I'd lost
I see new sufferings and new suffering souls
Surrounding me no matter where I walk
No matter where I turn or where I look

For what we found, for what we've lost
Nine inch nails into my chest
Two in hands and two in feet
Then rest the short mortality
Such was the change in spattered faces
Of Cerberus the demon thundering loudly

Down, down, deeper down
Deeper down, down
To the ground...

Against the souls who wish were numb
Captured in this abject slum
I tread upon the glutton-shadows
By heavy rain, they beaten down

Down, down, deeper down
Deeper down, down
To the ground...

Round in a circle by that road we went,
Speaking much more, which I want repent,
We came unto the point where the descent is;
There we found Plutus the great enemy

(Solo Buchmann)

Returning to the knowingness I'd lost
I see new sufferings and new suffering souls
Surrounding me no matter where I walk
No matter where I turn or where I look

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