Am I just a lost pawn in this enormous game were playing?!
This game is binding me to his reality, but it is not mine,
Am I just here because of the pleading of a sick sadistic
mind?!
Who made up the rules?!
So many questions, so many pawns, and only a few play...

The game is eternal, we are not, we are just a passing
pawns, the best we can do is leave something to the next
pawns, let them know what is happening, but how can we do it
if there is only I?!

Alone here on this board, cards are flying by, no one really
listens, my life are just a miserable joke that one of the
players thought about at night, this is not my time, this is
not for me...

Standing in the start cubical again - a cycle is complete,
but here begins a new one. The torment never ends.
The dice gets rolled again and I'm flying in the air to a
new point I've already been at once.
The torment never ends!