Your edge of reason
Will be reached before
The end of this season
You’ll be beaten till your sore

Mentally gone
All you want to do is run
Physically done
When you thought you reached the sun

But it’s only a bill,
A summary of your life, your act,
Call it what whatever, anyhow; you will
Fall down and that’s a fact

He torn off your wings
Opened your mouth with lies
Created the darkest of things
Kept your gloria as disguise

He dug through the sickening soil,
Made his own world underground
Persuaded mankind, to let them boil
Fire is burning all around

You should have known,
But you didn’t care
The soul that was your own
Has been torn apart by despair

You are haunted
That’s for sure
And you are Hell’s wanted,
So there’s no cure.