A man's last cry for help is noticed by none
A woman mourns over her dead only son
The smiles that you see are nothing but smirks
Your sorrow awaits, in the darkness he lurks
For nothing is good and pure in this world
The frightened are many, only the foolish are bold
And as for this farce, a chance to feel joy
You're clearly being played, just like a toy
Remember these words, they will soften the blow
As a straight line of dominoes, we fall, in a row