The floor will only eat you, and lave your bones behind.
You'll notice that in this world, no one's really kind.
So, the floor will only eat you, and the sky will burn your skin, agony
will keep you, living in your sin.
The walls have come to crush you, until you're black, and maybe blue.
The liquid of the lake is blood.
The bottom's made of bones, not mud.
If you complete the challenges, you'll have no care at all.
You'll go on making mischief, because it is your call.
The floor is made of acid, the sky is made of flame.
And I will live forever. But I'll be here to blame.