I hit the wal and ram it down

reload and then decide

to drown in fire after life and slowly

then from flames I will arise



I puppet, march for war

wit no lines, it faceless made my game



in bended time, in darkened mind

and most in blood enrolled

my march for death I will return as king

frown crowded fields that I burnt



the airless that I breathe

this fiction I force myself to see

the pointless in my belief

and how my lust for life went gone



I crush my cage and rage for cause

to find what splits my world

death is real and life is hard

and I found what pain was for