Repeating Fancy
By the time I turn and see I've done nothing, there's a chance it won't ever change I'm trapped in my thoughts my relentlessly repeating fancy.
Shadow Order:
After all these years this is what we've become, nothing more, nothing less than we expected, we just learned to get along and obey the noise within our bones. We've unveiled the secret to survive to this horrid climb by feeding on your souls. So if you're standing in front of us and perceiving the vibrations from the speakers, your spirit's been drained to the last drop. So… Welcome to the Shadow Order.