If you would untie the knots on your boats I promise you that I could lie Neptuenn has changed and I needed to loose The rest of the bodies at sea I have waited for too long, for too long What plans they had made to bend there arms Several more traps that I set to speed Poles that would twist every limb Several more marble and curving displays Rise up the Gardens in fate What plans they had made to bend their arms Lift up and see your death And so our character escapes that dreary house as silently as possible, but only to find the Neon City...