(NARRATOR)
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Deadhorse, the refining of a rebel was underway. His name was Kal. Solitude was his crucible, and his volition to survive its hearth and its flame. Although in time the embers dimmed, they still continued to scorch him. It was not long before Kal had melted almost completely. But in his eleventh hour, new purpose came to him in a most surprising way

(KAL)
Drifting like a leaf
Into a sleepless night
Where restless bеds
Color appetites

Soaking in my grief
Thе fruit is growing ripe
And dreamless dread
Dares the teeth to bite

Still hope lives in a memory of a…
Holiday, a get away
Full of golden times and drowsy wine
A holiday, the perfect place to say
"My love
This world was made for us."

Endlessly they creep
Ravaging my soul
Devoid of doubt in stereo

The brides I'd never seek
Avoidance shall behold
Despair and shadow my betrothed
Still hope lives in a memory of a…
Holiday, a get away
Full of golden times and drowsy wine
A holiday, the perfect place to say
"My love
This world was made for us."

Holiday, a get away
Full of golden times and drowsy wine
A holiday, the perfect place to say
"My love
This world was made for us."

For us…

This world was made for us