Game This is just a game Toy You're just a toy A dream in a casket and a customized God The diary of memories Candies never eaten and desires become dope A childhood too old, to hold, so cold, I fall Boy A Devil Knives and spinning scissors Rose Fragile human beings A dream in a casket and a customized God The diary of memories Candies never eaten and desires become dope A childhood too old, to hold, so cold, I fall Boy A Red ink to sign, to behead, stuff in mouth Just mutilate This lullaby, sing to me, lullaby A childhood too old, to hold, so cold, I fall Boy A