It's as simple as that.

You just crumble and fall into oblivion, everyone forgets you, your wind pipes close and you choke on your own depression, you live alone in an endless void, spending every second waiting for your sweet release, but we all know.
That's just a fantasy, you're trapped in the black, endless loop with me.
It's a closed room I tell you, no doors, no windows, just a light bulb dangling from your pinky finger.
You've forgotten how to speak, how to move.
The very place you wanted to see for so long, wasn't the fairy tale you expected.
It was your fantasy world, but realistic.

"So it is true"
"I have been tossed into the bridges of time"

You will spend every day waiting for your freedom, the sweet release of death.
And that's why you should follow me