What if suddenly he felt the pain and joy of a fantasy
What if he colored his life, went mad with passion
What if he cared about all around him, lived the agony and the melancholy
What if he had fun with his friends, refused loneliness

I have no soul
I have no pain
I’m systematic, I don’t hold grudges

I don’t feel pleasure or maybe I do stealing yours
I am very polite and premeditated
I crave wealth, I covet the power
I fake emotion, I kill the love
My favorite game is to have a lot of victims
Leave quietly, leaving my mark

Beg for life, you don’t wanna to die
Beg for life, you don’t wanna to die
So be my play, baby, give me some fun
Beg for life, you don’t wanna to die

Disposable toy