Sanoja: Falling Up. Fangs!. The Moon And Sixpence.

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
Downstairs
I heard everyone speak
So soft
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
Downstairs
I heard everyone speak
So soft
What plans they had made to bend their arms
Dreams I have always
Dreams I have always had
Lightning across walls
I knew you had to last
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...