Their headgames engulfed me with all their lies.
Their demons caught me,
in their wicked lives.
They punctured my heart when they stabbed me in the back.
They twisted and twisted until the blade turned black.
Now that I’m dead with my eyes tightly shut,
I’m cold to the touch.
They will suffer for all what they have done.
The power within me will destroy their fun.
Death has become me and I cry no more,
My soul shines high above roaring shores.
Now it’s my turn to show them what’s right.
They will burn and crumble from my beautiful light.
The smoking fragments of their body parts,
will never see the chance of getting their hearts.
Their hearts are now mine forever to keep.
For all their hateful ways they have reaped.
They will forever grieve and be lost in hell.
The screams of their shadows,
will not ring the bell.