Restrained by the chains of fate
all actions become hard to make.
The moons spirit was broken
and we lifted it back to the sky.
We had spoken to the ocean,
but it's eyes had given us lies.
Everything was broken so we accepted the token.
We just didn't go ahead and die.
There's some monster in the basement so
I think I'll get em' right.
So, baby, gather up them kitchen knives
and we'll bring to them light.