How could this be? Are we sentenced to fall? My eyes can see, such a pity regard. Catalepsy holds my mind in agony, I want to shake like it's the last time I see. This is the thing that we were born to be, Together tangled like it's meant to be. Do you see me? Pitfall! Now prepare for the crawl. How could this be? Are we divided now? I don't want to see, how we both perish slow. Ripping the veins out of my pounding chest, Leaving me bleeding on a lonely crest. This is the thing that we were born to be, Take my offering and devour me free! Do you see me? Pitfall! Now prepare for the crawl. How could this be, are we sentenced to fall? My eyes can see such a pity regard. How could this be?! Do you see me? Pitfall! Now prepare for the crawl! Now prepare for the crawl!