From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

{Dante sits at his desk, falling asleep}

Taken far from my safety

the picture is there

{Dante takes a glance at the picture of his mother on his desk, then walks out of Devil May Cry}

The memory won't escape me

but why should I care

{Dante holds his amulet in his hand, shutting his eyes tightly}

There's a place so dark you can't see the end

{Dante looks around the cold dark streets near Devil May Cry}

(Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend

{Someone runs into Dante from behind. Dante begins to curse in Japanese}

The rain then sends dripping acidic questions

Forcefully, the power of suggestion

{It starts to rain. Dante curses some more, looking up at the sky}

Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust

{Dante closes his eyes tightly again; trying to block out the cold and hate the streets filled with people give off}

A spot of light floods the floor

and pours over the rusted world of pretend

the eyes ease open and it's dark again

{Dante opens his eyes and sighs, starting to walk to nowhere in particular}

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

the darkness holding me tightly

until the sun rises up

{Dante scowls, his eyes turning bright red feeling the hatred of all of the drugs and violence happening all around him. It makes him think about his job and what he's forced to do every day}

Moving all around

Screaming of the ups and downs

Pollution manifested in perpetual sound

{Dante continues to look around, seeing nothing but a bleak future for the town}

The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the

Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete

{The sun starts to set and Dante just continues to walk}

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn

Floats on down the street till the wind is gone

{Dante watches as a small piece of paper flies past him in the wind. He shrugs uncaringly and continues to walk}

The memory now is like the picture was then

When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again

{Scene sets to a flashback, a short one at that, of Dante and Vergil fighting over something stupid as kids}

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

the darkness holding me tightly

until the sun rises up

{Dante's eyes turn bright red again at the memory}

Now you got me caught in the act

You bring the thought back

I'm telling you that

I see it right through you

I see it right through you

I see it right through you

I see it right through you

I see it right through you

I see it right through you

I see it right through you

{Scene sets to another flashback of when Trish revealed her evil to Dante}

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

the darkness holding me tightly

until the sun rises up

{Trish comes running up to Dante. He acts as though he doesn't see her and walks past her, leaving her confused}

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up

{Scene fades to Dante's back, he walking into the dark horizon}