I can smell your fear

You reek of insecurity

I know what you crave, what you need

I can be your dreams

I'll wander behind your eyelids like a grain of sand

This path leads to hell

You need to be thrashed and broken

I'll be your master and you can worship me

Adore me, love me above all

I'll feed your desire, make you happy

You need to be thrashed and broken

Death is a quiet room where all is peaceful

And desolate, where life is cursed

No glory, no vivid memories

No tales to tell

This path leads to hell

You need to be thrashed and broken.