Whilst the red king sleeps.

[Female TTS Voice]
The world draws a line in the sand
Off the coast of Christmas Island
And some unseen force of nature beckons you to cross it
But you are unable to move

Looking down
You are shocked to realize you are naked
And before you know it
The unsettling memories of this past summer come flooding into you like the waves beating against these shores
All of the mistakes you made and the lies you told
All of the pain and hardship you've caused your supposed loved ones
The fitting image of your other self
Standing there alone as you drift further and further away

Veins, wheel turning, and the inability of needles pointed ends create an entry point to lead the contents of a syringe into your faltering system
Fallen angels sleeping in the doorways
There were some dying or already dead when you arrived
Some of them wingless, headless, or both
At best: the landscape of your own creation
At worst: the void

But it is gone now
As if but a dream
Peeling the sand off the coast of Christmas Island
Feeling slowly begins to seep back into your cold, quivering body
As well as thought
And if you want you can cross the line drawn by the world
And no longer is there a force wiling you

There is just nothing
Nothing but you
And that this is all a darkness
It's still another delusion
For you do believe in love
It is just the Wizard of Oz coming out from behind the curtain
And revealing it has always been you
No more hiding
You have broken hearts
Now it is your turn to fix them

Far away in some distant part of the world
An ambiguity lingers
Without disappearing
Babies into the woods
Wandering
Ripping the phoenixes off Vivian girls

And remember
If you happen to wander across the red king whilst he is sleeping
Do not wake him
For out we will all go
Like a candle