• Artist: Thrice
• Song Title: The Red Death
• Album: The Illusion Of Safety

Entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me.
Weld the bolts and close the iron gate.
Drink deeply the illusion of your safety.
My how wishful thoughts inebriate, masquerade,
And revel in your opulence.
Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy.
A dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe.
Remember me? You look so surprised to see me here.
With hell's black wings did I o'er perch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold me out.
And now you all die.