Out of this place,
I trace when I last recovered these eyes.
Whatever for I ponder,
goddamn fate, it leads to your face.


I have to remember this is just a game.

Wretched nights scream your name
16 a youth out of the crowd
Perfect for your game

From my goal I digress
Hush then you say
Caught again, I don't know what to do

Holding a gun both of us
None of use I pray my last
Both fire only one loses

Farewell dear, only we know who