The Last Maze - Black Moth

Crooked highway, zigzag path

Twisting down to hell

You have gone the wrong way and it’s too late

To return from whence you came

Try to deny the demons clawing at your backbone

Wide eyes belie the devil squatting on your torso

A piggy-feast of lies, the truth you serve is just a morsel

Lord of the flies, you’re the anti anti-hero

Lost in a labyrinth of fear, you keep on building walls

You rebound round your empty pinball world eluding ghosts

Yet you share their home

Try to deny demons hiding in your wardrobe

All you despise sits nice and cosy in your household

Kids getting high, mum and daddy even more so

Shame rots the mind

Pangs of conscience even more so

The serpent coils his tail around your happy home

Squeezing every ounce of hope from your body