• No colors or souls
    On this barren land of evil
    You can tell as you step on to the gray, burnt coals
    Of the world’s yearn to kill

    No winners or losers
    This desolate landscape can reveal
    Other than the uncalled-for slurs
    The quiet and loneliness can be quite unreal

    Those of the soulless
    Are all that remain
    And if you can’t see this
    You can do anything but gain

    As the Devil steals your soul
    There’s nothing you can say
    In your immoral hole
    Hell is where you’ll stay