Screams are louder, hell is warmer

do you hear his cry?

pleading with death to fall to his will

waiting for the fall to end.

Mother, i hear her calling

the voice drowned out by the sirens

bodies, millions, stained with bloodlust

will he hear the cry for forgiveness

tearstained bodies in the sky

on the ground, on my mind

do you feel the light?

still waiting, always wondering

will the nothing ever cease?

never, the screaming will subside

i won the game, the winner goes

loser can see another day

fuck, i hear the cry

voices, all with something else to say

follow me, i try to say

wishing to be heard

7 puppets turn their heads

the 8th is already there

now, i must know if he will save my soul