Act II: Sonar - MyChildren MyBride

Six withered eyes fixed on fingertips

Dark wood grain under the black letters

The floor it creaks, as the rain it drips

Thunder and lightning, no time better

Suddenly everything goes as olanned

And we can’t believe our eyes

We ask it moves our hands

Slowly waiting on her reply

Tonight I wake you

Tonight I see your face

Pale skin and deja vu

Smell of dust as candles drip and nervous tension builds

The planchette shifts, the flames they dance

And all the shadows skip

Six widened eyes fixed on finger tips

I H.E.A.R.

Y.O.U

Suddenly everything foes as planned

And we can’t believe our eyes

We ask and it moves out hands

Slowly waiting on her reply