This fatal reality br This strong hostility br Wishing my wrists were bleeding br To stop the pain from the beatings. br br Out screaming these lies br Uncovering my cries. br My frost-bitten spirit, br And i can't bare it. br br Wishing for the truth br Show me the proof. br I'm coping with the pain br But i end up with these blood stains br br I try to make a sound br But it's too profound. br I hear you loud in clear br But it still doesn't take away my fear br br I refuse br And yet i'm still being used br I was too late br And now all i have is fate br br I tried to debate br But now im left with hate br I'm done with the pain br So let's end the game.