new born clay just arrived
to this place tonight
no food or friends or shelter
or clarity of sight
you'll soon be molded naive one
into a receptacle of pain
this will be your payment
for protection from the rain
you'll learn our ways
and embrace our fears
like all that came before
surrender all your hopes and dreams
like a child gone to war
your soul's no more
as you become
a child of the night
digest poison to forget
the reason for your flight