Your loss of life prays as you sign
in your psycho state of mind.
I'm sick of all lies, look fireflies.
You tried and you tried handle the game
but things will always stay the same
it all begun, with no sun
Drown into sleep for awhile
dive in to a world thru my eyes (there's no spinning dice).
In your cute and sweet liberation
there is no use for a major celebration
here my words on your street there's no light.
You stabbed and you stabbed and killed your own game
you really should be ashamed
it all begun, with no sun.
