It was all a hopeless game,

That I played with no shame.

I did it all to escape this dream,

So I wasn't a pawn in Vicious's scheme.

Fallen angel, where have you fell?

I hope it's to the darkest pit of Hell.

Yeah, I'm dying.

But I'm not crying,

'Cause I know that you're dead too.

These policemen poke me,

Trying to make themselves see,

That I couldn't have destroyed you.

Go ahead, ISSP,

Try and convince yourselves,

But when you hear those mourning bells,

You will finally see,

All of that death,

Was for us.

Lift my arm,

Pull the sheet back,

And the policemen shriek in alarm.

They assure themselves, "Just a reaction."

But they're blinded by a fraction,

Because they can't see that falling star.

I guess I'm going far,

Yeah, I died, Vicious,

But it's futile to use wishes.

Go ahead, ISSP,

Try and convince yourselves,

But when you hear those mourning bells,

You will finally see,

All of that death,

Was for us.