If you would untie the knots on your boats
I promise you that I could lie
Neptuenn has changed and I needed to loose

The rest of the bodies at sea
I have waited for too long, for too long Downstairs
I heard everyone speak So soft

What plans they had made to bend there arms
Several more traps that I set to speed
Poles that would twist every limb

Several more marble and curving displays
Rise up the Gardens in fate Downstairs
I heard everyone speak So soft

What plans they had made to bend their arms
Dreams I have always
Dreams I have always had

Lightning across walls
I knew you had to last
Lift up and see your death

And so our character escapes
that dreary house as silently
as possible, but only to find

the Neon City...