The skies bleed a crimson hue
Forged by man, trying to escape
But if we heed the creature's view
Perhaps we too can dodge fate
Never the less it is a dauntful task
To take and break what is left
And if we stain the porcelain mask
Then we fall to one last breath

Beyond the labyrinth one can find
A world made from the child's mind
Surreal and vivid as one can be
A place to be set free
An escape from the eclectic wonder
Of a world being torn asunder
But in the end is it worth
The cost of one's own rebirth
A gentle and unassuming warmth
There beyond the labyrinth

At the world's end we can find
The place to shelter our sanity
A time of reckoning coming nigh
To purge ourselves of selfless vanity
Cold hard steel is our judge
To fend off the evils of mankind
But in the end we're left but with a grudge
For we left innocence far behind

Beyond the labyrinth one can find
A world made from the child's mind
Surreal and vivid as one can be
A place to be set free
An escape from the eclectic wonder
Of a world being torn asunder
But in the end is it worth
The cost of one's own rebirth
A gentle and unassuming warmth
There beyond the labyrinth

The blood of a child
Of innocence entwined
Shall free us of our own malign
She shall fall from grace
A child's place
So that we may save face
And in the end
When we win
She shall rise up and defend
For a child's innocence
Is the brilliance
Of our own significance
And beyond the labyrinth
We shall find
Her kind

Beyond the labyrinth one can find
A world made from the child's mind
Surreal and vivid as one can be
A place to be set free
An escape from the eclectic wonder
Of a world being torn asunder
But in the end is it worth
The cost of one's own rebirth
A gentle and unassuming warmth
There beyond the labyrinth