The faux ideological sense of which you've benequeth (Lmao, wat does thiz even mean... xP) is hidden away in the statue you once begged to holster
Your house is a host to the worst of the worst; Ideas of nightmares and the sense of which you're not proud of.
Do you hear the cry?
I've been wandering on and on, so have you, but the difference is that...
I know where I'm headed!
Do the pianos and other instruments scare you?
Are you afraid of their allure?
A sirens wail...