Under ground, under earth, under life. A low light is your hollow guide.
You’re locked in, unknown, no one cares. You tear yourself until you become bare.
Find yourself in a red light dungeon, you know it’s not going to end well.
Find yourself in a red light dungeon, you know you might as well be in hell.
All you’ve done is ever forgotten. There is no one there for you.
It makes no sense when hope is gone. It won’t change but keeps going on and on.