Music: Majesties
As day bleeds into night
The abject horologe
Hands upon the cooling glass
Born of a lost cause
From the never-ending
Mirrormaze confined
Every downward step
Reveals a grand design
Our gracious captors
Adverse benefactors
Histories of failed escapes
Traced in every fracture
At every turn
Another useless
Map to be burned
Our gracious captors
Adverse benefactors
A storm of shards
The mirror shatters
Lost inside a twisted game
In service of our masters
Architects of pain
Hour by hour
Inimical force
We feel the sting
But know not the source
There is no escape
Nowhere to hide
A cruel simulation of being alive
There is no escape
Nowhere to hide
Reliving this cycle night after night
And now we stand
And count the cost
Pawns in a game, forever lost