It s my game, punk

Creating this reality I'm falling in my love
Escaping their normality I'm calling from above
For you, my hellhounds, you are free, look for some blood to flow
Will you kill all my enemies? Will you kill them all slow?

My rage is unbelieveable, because they don't believe
I wage my war and live my life. I've got nothing to give.
My fantasies are real now 'cause I believe they're real.
My own desease is my own cure and only thing I feel.

Don't even try to heal me, punk, I stay my fucking sick.
You have to die, just kill yourself before I come and pick
The execution and begin my favorite game with you.
It's not illusion totally. It's just my point of view.

Enjoy this cruel pain. It's best you ever can do now.
I love this fucking game! Confess your sins and tell me how
You fucking dare just even think to try win this game, punk?
I do not care at all you sink and die alone. Get fuck!