You have tried to get everything,
all you have now is nothing.
Without qualm you die
and I am happy for your hell.

Your soul is all messed up
and your brains are limited to zero.
You see yourself like a queen,
when you are a mark of mercy
and a cheap trollopy face
and I am happy for your hell!

You try to find the poise
and you go insane when you see
that the balance pan is not in your behalf,
and you cry and none cares,
and none seems to see your hell
and I am happy for it!

You wake up in a morning
and you find yourself all alone
in a world that nixed you out
and then you bite a file and nothing happens!
And you hate your wretched life
and I am happy for your hell!