Intronaut Check Your Misfortune
Get rid of what we have
Make room for what we are
Behind our fear
Is always pain
All we stand to gain
All we stand to lose
And in the end
We have to choose
The lurking shadows
On the path
The tepid glow of aftermath
If might-have-beens
Were Kings and Queens
Then we'd have Kingdoms all
Obscure the rise that comes before the fall...
The lurking shadows
On the path
The tepid glow of aftermath