No more sweat , and no more tears.
In the very depths of Hell, you can feel their fears.
In love, in spite, a girl I cannot see.
She continues to go on a killing spree.
Never will I be, I ignore at all costs.
Selling my soul, like Mr. Faust.
I hate to think, I fake throughout.
Strike 1 and 2, the next will have you in the dugout.
No more pain, I hate all who come.
Never the one with a smoking gun.
They say, speak the truth, we see through their lies.
Waiting forever, for the end of time.
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