| I feel cursed, who cast this spell? | |
| I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality. | |
| I feel the melting, this can't be real. | |
| I feel I'm melting and | |
| I'm almost gone. | |
| I sense my excistance, becoming smaller. | |
| I sense the creation of me... | |
| I'm like water in the desert sand. | |
| I feel infected, my heart still pounds. | |
| I can't quench this thirst of mine. | |
| I still bleed, it's not a good sign. | |
| I sense my excistance, growing shorter. | |
| I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller. | |
| Going in reverse... | |
| My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance. | |
| No hope of survival, no escape from extinction. | |
| I feel chosen to take the beating. | |
| I'm uncapable to move an inch. | |
| A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof. | |
| I can't clutch this mess | |
| I'm in. I sense... | |
| My world... ... | |
| Becoming... | |
| My world... |