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