the clockwork churns within the cracks of checkered floors and laquered walls~ the ticking tocking of the clock weaves deeper into what ive seen~ the threads of hate and sorrow weave to unimagined dreams? the dream the wish the cup is full now all not as it seems, dreamers sleep and now awake the wrong is right the right is right all is right and mine by right all is ours and ours to give to share to spread the chains ive made to bind to take and take and take and take and take for they are the one who broke the chain the chains that held them down? now it breaks the wsh is made they drink deep and dance for me i give them gift of servile life and in exhange they play my tune we walk we watch we laugh we take the dreams the hopes the sorrows make we are we will we sayit is and all that hear shall listen~ the curtian rise the timer ticks the castle raises from the deep ofblackened ink and spiteful mirrored angled flame i am the nameless of the crown i am the one who speaks... my voice is your desire now make the wish and LET US IN