Lyrics
Held captive in the moratorium,
Telling stories from those half alive
Ubiquity, reveals our reality
The knife is stationed in time
The casket is clean
Destined for the staircase
This casket is clear
Held captive in the moratorium
Held captive in the moratorium,
Telling stories from those half alive
Telepathy precedes reality
Help you select, the correct selection
Precognition
This front look of the devil
Summoned to life
He's destined for a staircase
Sound the alarm