Stakes are getting higher
Pressure is crushing my mind
There is no winner in this game
Thoughts are running in circles
Thoughts are running in circles
And I cannot even force myself to cry
Feeding the flames of hate for years to come
Radioactive contamination
Dreams of death, a reactor controlled by my dying flesh
With five keys in my hand
I stare into the great abyss
Journey to eternal oblivion
Soon there is no one alive to bury the dead
Forward to termination, I presume