Game over This terrible dread has arrived, like a vampire teeth deep in my life... There is no escape from my captor, I am its hostage and here I am Condemned to life at its very worst... There was no rehearse or reverse, Just an ugly hearse if I'm lucky enough... I must be wicked for I get no rest And if I do I'm haunted by various threats of death... There is no lack of misery here... I am doomed... It is final.