Open the perilous shaped from another victim's silent cry   Count the days, count the nights   The window will open soon enough   Though masked by content   Hold steady ship the storm will pass   Much like I passed through your hands   Into this cellar I now call home   Reeking of Sacrifice   Paralleled only by the stench of condoloence   Prescribe me an antidote to ease the pain   Empty my heavy heard   I've been weighed down fo rson long   That words have lost all meaning   This was not part of the agenda and this was not part of last week's minutes   Learn to read between the lines   Seperate fact from fiction   And realize the absurdity of solace