Sick of the spell
Tired of the trance
Damn bored with hell
Detesting the dance

False hopes and fantasies
Predators of nighttime lands
How is it that they found me?
How did I end up in their hands?

The pain is unnerving
As I fall to my death
On the soft sandy shore
I can feel the torture of my last breath

Burning like flame as I take it in
Slowly drawn in the hands of agony
All I wanted was a little romance
Was that so hard to see?

A little pity, a little love
I wanted to be with you
But before I was even given a chance
You declared we were through