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...