In a tar pit of sticky black goo bounds my feet, like tortured souls in the
river Styx clinging to Hades' feet as he walks by. I search the black
pitiless land for you soul where are you, did I take you soul? I want to
get out of here, this retched sorrowful place, it's suffocating. I bang on
the walls and scream, but it drifts off into the distance. I'm trapped and
cannot find my way out; I'll be stuck here forever. There is no way to
escape yourself; there is no way to escape your own heart