Cry, my baby.
Cry for help.
No one will hear you scream.

Say it louder.
Scream my name.
Worship only me.

When everything's lost, and god didn't show up,
tell me, what's left of us?
The simple matter without a substance.
Body without soul.

They repeat to themselves "mind over body",
but there's no mind to control actions.
Only fools without a cause.
A chant without a voice.

Keep on screaming, dearest hostage.
There's no use at all.
Destiny has been set this way.
Your fate is to die alone.

Rain will shower the daisies around your grave,
and wash the maggots away.
The sun will breathe life to newly born robins,
and burn the remainders of you whole.

So cry on, sweetest pleasure.
The tables turn no more.
There's no salvation beyond this point.
It's the end of it all.