| Sshh! | 
| Hear the knell of a mourning bell | 
| The bells are a warning sound, you’re a | 
| About to be pulled in, child, as I’m | 
| I’m telling a story now about | 
| How this shit all went down, so sit | 
| Sit down and absorb these tales of a | 
| A powerful haunting realm | 
| That the elders are calling the Oldest House | 
| Boo, hiss! | 
| New dimension, who dis? | 
| Who the heck would do this? | 
| No recollection, truth is too rude to mention | 
| Rudimentary new dimensions | 
| Each opening up new rooms of dreadful beings | 
| Who can see through what you pretend to be | 
| Prove your heresy, tear beliefs to shredded pieces | 
| Losing energy, soon, eventually | 
| You’ll be sent to meet Lucifer | 
| And be the feral beast’s newest centerpiece | 
| Lucid entity, loose serenity | 
| Seeps through each of reality’s many expressions (Control) | 
| You’re pressing F5 inside your mind | 
| But it isn’t refreshing | 
| Everything is fading quick | 
| Can’t seem to make head nor tail of it | 
| Everything is fading quick | 
| Can’t seem to make head nor tail of it | 
| Everything is fading, fading | 
| Everything is fading, fading | 
| Everything is fading, fading | 
| Fading, fading | 
| Sshh! | 
| Reality is all around but it’s | 
| Trousers are falling down to the | 
| The ground, it’s appalling how we never | 
| Never felt it, oh, darling, how? | 
| We can’t | 
| Help but be crawling 'round, crying | 
| Help us, we’re calling out, no one | 
| No one else here, you’re talking to yourself | 
| In the cells, halls and walls of the Oldest House | 
| We want to take a Quantum Break | 
| But we should wait 'til Alan wakes up | 
| Hey, this place of power’s straight-up hellish | 
| Ain’t it? | 
| Navigator | 
| Damn, it takes a will of steel to peel the veneer | 
| Reveal what’s real | 
| I made a pact with the ancients | 
| That just came right back to seal the deal | 
| I sail the Astral Planes to the Black Pyramid | 
| I’m in a house of pain | 
| It’s lethal and everlasting, Danny-boy | 
| And that’s a shame | 
| There are no heroes in the Bureau | 
| No, it’s not that game | 
| There’s no control or hope at all | 
| So drop that and fade | 
| Everything is fading quick | 
| Can’t seem to make head nor tail of it | 
| Everything is fading quick | 
| Can’t seem to make head nor tail of it | 
| Everything is fading, fading | 
| Everything is fading, fading | 
| Everything is fading, fading | 
| Fading, fading |