verse 1:
feel it hover in the wind, wondered where youd been
my comrade returns to trouble me again
whispering subtle in a quiet voice
a simmering rumble of white noise
escape was forgone, i embraced his advice
discard plans to flee, attempts at wasted flight
taste it twice, the first of two trials
turn and reconcile, the burn of wretched bile
i despair to confront his admonishments
say a prayer, succumb, quick acknowledge it
attempt to be secured, swiftly prowl in
defect or be returned, if he follows, split

verse 2:
night falls swift, i feel a frigid cold
my comrade arrives with quickened approach
share tea silently, see approaching dusk
where we finally feel emotions rust
our meeting more obscured then dreamstates
as i struggle to strip the skin from my seized brain
singular conscience: few deserving, none entitled
synapses blast gaps, electric guns wired
kinetic runs wild, potential stored safe
my comrades lair where mental wars waged
warned steeds flight, tempered swords lathed
forces breached night, sent them towards day

verse 3:
secured with bolts, ripped and lashed deep
endured the cold, lips with gnashed teeth
drawbridge, moats cant be sapped neath
tall ridge, only boats chance a last breach
last stand of mans reach, a criminal; sinister 
crammed in lands deep, a political prisoner
critical listener, fine speaker and poet
outspoken, now broken but mind's theatre open
still awaiting the day the blatant fake lay
may they stay in brazen graves
as the prisoner's released, lift and turn to see
listen learn and read the gift of words that teach
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chorus 1:
when he arrives, accept and pay the price
in his prescense little else entice
paid a visit by my comrade
follow his words or accept your last stand

to call up a demon you must learn its name
men dreamed that once, now real in another way
your identity calls with a cold hand
not a boy on a beach, you are the dead and their land

chorus 2:
the masses cannot grasp the battles depth
none can appreciate or comprehend
paid a visit by my comrade
a meeting few if any can understand

to call up a demon you must learn its name
men dreamed that once, now real in another way
your identity calls with a cold hand
not a boy on a beach, you are the dead and their land

chorus 3:
barren stockade, one remains imprisoned
awaiting release, potential unlimited
brains hell my jail cell, comrade my warden
discipline constant, no respite afforded

to call up a demon you must learn its name
men dreamed that once, now real in another way
paid a visit by my comrade
not a boy on a beach, you are the dead and their land