Must be a reason for me to be gone, I never thought of it till the last day. Chilled from the top of my ears to the bone How could I stay? Or else, where could I stay? After the quiet there's always a storm, Emptiness filled itself with roaring waves. Like a tornado that took human form Scythed thru' the crops of the miserable slaves. Turned to me facelessly, whispered my name, Asked me to join this unbearable scene. Right from the start I stepped into the game, Following rules that were almost obscene. Ended the game with the heartful of pain, I left the world of ambiguous thoughts. Vices and virtues all washed with the rain, Enter the world of the murderous plots.