Games of toys,
Fading is my voice,
Tongue is cut,
I scream lonely in vain,
Seducing my own shame,
Forsaking once,
Sadness comes in tons,
Falling aside mind impure,
Walking alone living unsure.
My mind alone,
Doubts within,
Forsaking my own,
Found my sin.
Saying all and true,
Hating the guts of you,
Forsaking all life in you soul,
Will aggravate you in your fall.
Loneliness it finds,
Lying on the floor seeing grinds,
Feeling unsure where you are,
Your lower then hell your in war.
Center earth,
No way out,
Feeling birth,
Deadly you shout.
Burn in hell.