"Understand stagnation is a choice, so trade in comfort for vitality... The unknown" The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. Death. "On thing's for certain, this is no fool's journey. It's perfecting madness and rebirth." The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. Death. To your own misfortune chasings cures Nothing is pure Fucked up homes, boarding schools, factories of Droves, drained-out souls Turn it off, abandon, the false Truths, heroes, fools In solitude, start a new, clean the slate of guilt The road is home The hour strikes to unsheathe this blade Give it a stab