These violent toys scatter across the floor of memory,
Broken and worn, an ugly collection.

I’ll function as the grim reaper,
The role i was born to play,

I’ll destroy your beliefs until you crumble to my power,
Let the night be owned.

Tonight i’ll set them loose,
They’re mangled parts will crawl over to you asking for help.

This is what you always wanted,
A reason to leave, so make it.

Now you’ll be able to find her,
I’ll be your broken gateway to the light,

I’ll show you the grotesque side of me,
Everything else will soon seem like perfection.

Theres no sense in asking questions,
Im only here for violence and sorrow.

Everything inflicted on me i’ll show you,
Don’t worry, tomorrow you’ll wake up thinking it was a dream.

Only to be left with the scar of memory
playing violently in your mind like a repeating record.

Dont fret darling im only being what you need,
My baneful behavior will make sense tomorrow.

This ugly collection is only a reminder of our story,
The end comes now.