Lyrics: Dreams our own Montresors, lead us deep within our hearts, then brick us up where no one can hear our screams. Lured in with seeming reward, and gratification, now locked away far below. A sip of the sickness, to which were addicted, guides us into the catacombs, too late we realize, manipulated, surprised, and eternity to think behind these 3 by 4 bones. Bones. We seek to repeat our days, and follow self-drawn lines. Repeating the same routines, never to realize, that down inside us all is locked something so free, instead we shave our sides become the pegs they want to see. A sip of the sickness, to which were addicted, guides us into the catacombs, too late we realize, manipulated, surprised, and eternity to think behind these 3 by 4 bones. Bones. Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Andrew Palais Special thanks to Max Aronow of Deuteronomy for guest vocals and guitar harmonies.