Tortured Souls walk this earth
Are we already in hell?
DO we walk for a cruel, cruel joke
Created by the Devil himself?
His tortured dolls
he sets a scene a play
Then we act it out
His laughter all around
He is the director
We his actors
We must act out of our own will
He threads sorrow
Evil
into the script
He cast us alone
into our sets
pushing our minds and souls
to the extreme
He whispers the lines into our ears
creating our story into our mind
We scream
He laughs
And encourages our demons
They are his friends
His producers
GOD can't save us
we are out of his reign
in the pits of hell
we lose our selfs