I call to all the haunted souls
That feel the pain of living
In the world we ended up

Demons wear their masks
Of beauty with a grace of gods
And we are simple flies
Flying to a corrupted honey

Melted spider webs
Feel like an entity that's living
Stretching further in your mind
Till no-one is sane again

It's all an act of horror
To please their master
Who's looking behind the scenes

Just like puppets
We obey and fallow
Till the puppeteer says its final words

Cut the strings
The play is over
Then another takes my place

I am left to fade
Like ashes in the wind
But my soul is bounded
Trapped in his hands

I am neither living or dead
His amusement is my pain
And my tears are black gold
He trades with other
Just like him