• The fire begins to rise amid the summer storm
    My mind is twisted from beyond its usual form
    Can't I get a little time to myself
    Or is it my beliefs are below everyone else?
    I find myself stuck......

    In this world you find yourself alone
    You may become the mindless speaking drone
    But I can find myself in this meddled in this hidden attic
    Now let me explain Life is Tragic....
    And Dying is Magic......

    Suicide is genocide in the form of one
    Kings and Queens and bloody wars No one has won
    I can't explain this time of remorse
    I guarantee that someday I soon I'll be a corpse
    I've lost all my luck......

    In this world you find yourself alone
    You may become the mindless speaking drone
    But I can find myself in this meddled in this hidden attic
    Now let me explain Life is Tragic....
    And Dying is Magic......

    Murder is the name of this game forevermore
    The Ravens will circle me Nevermore
    Come and die upon my door
    And see me writhe on the floor

    Let me Explain to you that Dying is Magic
    But living in this Dead shell world
    Is nothing more
    Nothing more
    Than TRAGIC....
    Tragic...