Wipe the stains from off your face   Thats your hand its not my place   This whole thing is bad territory   But really its just the same old story      I cant remember all of the details   But the answer no doubt lies in my entrails   It began earlier, again on the double   By now you'd think they'd know im trouble      We hit twelve, you almost hit the floor   I pick you up again to show you some doors   I stand at the tired gates    knowing you wont feel it if this love grates      It all comes down to your sedated head   And if not you someone else would do instead   Trying to feed a ravenous beast   Screaming for pain like wicked of the east      Every body did break and bend   A conscience is an easy thing to mend   The creator is picking out a guilty trend   This is not ok, its fun to pretend   Cos theres a fool and ive a message to send   I like games, love to be someones end      Before you close your pretty eyes   The lifeforce inside you burns and dies