Seeing the light at the end of the room impossible to even touch asking myself if it's useful to try 'cause the torture would be too much You are the cruel inventor of this play using my mind, betrayal Can't stand it no more, the heat is too much I will have to tell the truth or will my conscience allow the thought of a lie so it's easier to say goodbye I won't take the easy way of a quick selfdestruct I will plan my revenge in a subtle way something you will not expect for years you have used the goodness in my heart you manipulated everything I touched but now the tide has turned, I payed for what I did I can taste the sweetness of my revenge I am the cruel inventor of this game using your mind, to play I am the sweet avenger in this game and you will never play again