Act I - Empty Promises When the bells of hellToll their sounds of doomI can not help feeling lost in their gloomWhen the choirs of heavenCheer their last soul homeDo I stand amid the fall of Rome?Toxic friends are thorns in our sides, they take our energyin exchange for empty promises,and paper thin facades of closenessWe need to break freeand become the stars of our own moviesFor all the world’s a stageAnd all men and women merely players © Crimson Discord 2021