No more screaming, no more voices In the empty land of wasted stories. A place of madness and lost faith But look at it the right way And itβs astonishingly great.
A null tricky game, planned, well played, Youβd better keep watching before it vanishes anyway. But perhaps itβs too late, in this blurry night Maybe too early to see the bright light.
Just a second of hope, a last broken prayer To remind you in this game, you were a good player. Cause there are no winners No losers, no glory In the not too far land of wasted stories.