TheirTheirDissect their cancerous minds, warp them and crush them, turn them into lines.Shred their veins and slice open their eyes, save the blood that runs for further times.Snip their ligaments, and slaughter their hearts, for their parts are useless and their souls are tart.
YouYouRemove yourself from the past, save the grief you've caused me, at last.Please go away and save your blabber, it can be mentioned during another case.I ask you kindly to stab your own throat, for your words mean nothing if said out of place.Admit your failures, admit your faults, you existence annoys me and I'm through with your soul.
The Weary SoulsThe Weary SoulsThe weary souls, the wretched souls, listen to them speak.The tales they tell of far and beyond, all stories told to keep.Hear their whispers of forgotten times, some old and beyond, some new.Mentioned first, never mentioned last, for they always speak of you.
HumansHumansSuch heartless creatures, who learn to lie.They do not care if you happen to die.Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.A brain that allows them to simply stain.Stain the planets who were deemed sane.Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
The Lost HomeWelcome to the lost home, where all live inside.Lost and found, some see you now, some try to hide.On the walls we keep their secrets, bottled up in jars of mystery.But now you see us, now you don't, it's all simplistic history.Come into Room Eleven, where we keep the lost and found.Walls built of children, see them squirm, they had not one chance, not one single turn.Will you forgive them, give them time?Or will you make them ours, maybe even mine?No, you won't, you'll leave them behind, just like you did when they were yours, not mine.
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
UnknownCreaking boards, cackling cages, cold-dark waters, and unseen pages.One simple item binds them all, will you see it or will you fall?'Tis something cold and harsh like ice, but also nimble and twisted thrice.Lost within a forgotten home, search for the riddle you consider your own.And once you find what you honestly need, you'll be able to thoroughly know how to succeed.
Cursed Jewels and Flesh-colored MarblesCursed jewels and flesh-colored marbles, two treasures I have for thee.The jewels, carved of souls and lost hope, they glimmer for all to see.The marbles carved of human skin, delicately sealed without, but not in.They too glimmer, but in other eyes, for they conceal a much more insane surprise.Open the box dear, let them steal your mental sense, but do not touch them, for they are weary and tense.Listen to them speak, hear their tales of sorrow, because in the end you'll die on the morrow.
FarewellCrackle, crackle, watch my bones break.Watch my eyes melt, and heart slowly shake.See my skin peel from my face, for now begins the endless race.The race with death, the one I won't win.For I am too weak, too brittle and thin.Say farewell for me, to no one I ask.Except for the one behind the mask.