Find

me an escape route from all this misery.

Damage levels

exceeding 70%

WHY

THE FUCK IS ALL OF THIS HAPPENING

I'm

miles from where you are

I lay down on the cold ground

I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

Hope

I have it.

With

innocent cries and hatred squeals

The gore of evil seems to satisfy

When slain and maimed and pacified

Watch the footsteps but never follow

If you want to live tomorrow

Steal a soul for a second chance

But you will never become a man

My chosen torture makes me stronger

What

will the future hold

How will I be rewarded

Have I the right to riches

In a world where there are no prizes