Death followed me as I walked in the sunlight
And I came to a garden of mint and marigolds
I listened as you harmonized your plight
And we talked of how my soul had been bought, bartered, and sold
I gasped and thought of how tired I'd become of hearing my own name
And how I became a face without a heart
Downtrodden by defeat and shame
You told me not to worry, my life could have a new start
I watched as you drove your car through my street of pain
Posing as a character that fails to suit your aim
Holding onto a future I may not be able to attain
My soul is a terrible reality of this game
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