L: Rage is a clear glass that reveals the heart The voice screaming 'justice' makes but a hollow pun You act like a martyr but you're a hypocrite You only bear false crosses in your chest
Darkness hides your eyes from sight You wantonly color the world of which you know nothing But acting as if you know everything You pretend to be the savior of the world
You have met your match Let us enjoy a round of game Be careful of your shadow Once it is tread upon, death it is It's that kind of game
Arrogant fool hiding behind high ideals Playing with lives (ha!), you only fool yourself You're afraid of nothing, as if you are a god I will show you what hell is
With numbers and data, analyses of graphs I will engrave the laws of the world on your bones A game with an unknowable end has begun A game with no mercy, no pity The dice are cast