option oblivion
Singer:between the buried and me
a golden lever. a choice of gold or velvet
or follow the crown in the smoke?
my last choice derange my voice
the lever falls down so delicate
i'll follow towards the smoke
the wrenching of the rope
the idea of dreaming in a dream
these new eyes will never suffer
looking back through the painful tunnel
they taught us what once was
what is this place? an alluring frontier