As we continue to play
These little mind games
But my reversed black heart
Can hold nothing else
Within this deep dark void
Like the withering leaves
On the vines of bitter memories
They corrode these crumbling walls
Around our hidden sad history
But not a soul cares
What will become of either of us
When the other is no longer there
And the Goddess of the New World
of Broken Dreams, on this Ace of Spades
Brings the message of death and grief
And as the angels of red and blue
Compete in the bicycle's race
The end of life's game
The wheel of fate
Spins and spins
What lies beyond the deep, dark void?
Within my reveresed, blackened heart?