I have created a dream,
a life of pity.
What seems right is always wrong.
A devils path covered in gold.
A life of leisure that turns you old.
This dream you must realize.
Do not sing a swan song.
Glory is not thine.
The evil path, bright and shiny,
not dismal and cold.
All things reverse are covered in snow.
That which you want can never be.
That which you are is your destiny.