Fate of man is written
High among the stars
But all the stars are bought and sold by those who hold the cards
False ideals are spreading
Corrupting broken minds
Sanity is luxury that you will not provide
Nightfall crawling through the sky
Tells me my time has come to end
I sense the smell of death
My pulse slowly stops
Accept your fate and give yourself to death's sweet embrace
Reunite with Lucifer and stop the pointless race
Pills of contentment
Succes sold in books
Philty lies to hide a fact of sheckles closed on you
Tarot lays on table
It waits for your move
Its time to choose if you got hold or grip is hold on you
Nightfall crawling through the sky
Tells me my time has come to end
I sense the smell of death
My pulse slowly stops
Accept your fate and give yourself to death's sweet embrace
Reunite with Lucifer and stop the pointless race