Fiction, Funnies, and Songs:

Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a ghoul squeezing your neck and popping your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking and screaming and writhing in pain
In a sewer in a Waisen town
Call the City Guard, there's a madman around
Running down underground

Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have I got?
Have I got it, do I get it, if so, how often?
And which do I choose, a hard or soft option?

You can find a place that no one knows
Where Theus talks, and streets are gold
Some Cardinal stands in every door
And if you speak, you break the law

I ask a question - blank faces
Read the news and turn the pages
Watch them play a different game
And no one knows your name

You've got a heart of glass and a neck of Syrneth
Just you wait 'til I get you home
You've got no future, You've got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From the Rostrom to the Castille station
In a Waisen town, a dead end world