Painful Thoughts

[the Draç]

No more sweat , and no more tears.

In the very depths of Hell, you can feel their fears.

In love, in spite, a girl I cannot see.

She continues to go on a killing spree.

Never will I be, I ignore at all costs.

Selling my soul, like Mr. Faust.

I hate to think, I fake throughout.

Strike 1 and 2, the next will have you in the dugout.

No more pain, I hate all who come.

Never the one with a smoking gun.

They say, speak the truth, we see through their lies.

Waiting forever, for the end of time.