We are in the land of misfit toys
To each their own
Ones who speak in tongues
Ones who no longer resides on this planet.
Ones who long for happiness, but merely find a facade
This is a labyrinth
A sickening way to tie our ends
A place where the lost are still lost
And the found...well are indeed found
An unprecedented way to find a killer
Launching forward head-on into an abyss, that has such exit.
