I guess my time is up.
Tales of travesty will still ring
Through frozen corridors.
And you're still a broken trophy.
Divigation, of reality
Coalescence of filth and contagion.
Antimatter Animating Voices.
They're telling me to run.
To run to nowhere.
Because wherever that is, is better than here.
You can watch me from hell,
Living my dreams, living your every fantasy.
I promised to never give up on you,
Now look at what relentlessness has brought.
It's good you're gone,
I can finally focus on being who you always stopped me from being.
I can be who you convinced me wasn't real.
I stole the script back and this is your final scene.
And you're still a broken trophy.