The time flies,
When your neck is tied,
Tied from a rope hung so high,
When you reach the tunnels entrance,
You have no reassurance,
You know what you have done,
You were high strung,
You reach the entrance,
To see is to forget,
Flame and soles working hard,
And you are here to be punished,
The demons at the gates of hell,
Ring satin’s door bell,
They enter with you in one hand,
You’re assigned to clean up ****,
For that’s what you are,
You look for a way out,
But without a doubt,
You’re in for good!