I'm here to play a part, in your reign of dismay,
I don't display a card, it's a game if you say,
There are no solutions, abysmal decay,
I envy your treason, in oblivion you stay.
There are no solutions here, I vanish to the core,
I pity your mercy, and then I beg for more,
I don't care if it's fake, then again I'm guilty
Of reverting the shapes, of whatever he sees.
I'm crushed to the bone, 'bout what left of my lust,
I don't care if it's wrong, I don't design the drugs,
But if you feel sorry, for anything at all,
I'd be dead by morning, you ashes, my soil.