NARRATOR: Pride is a disease, a disease that got the best of him. These pills, a tease with such seducing grin. Oh, these pills are such a fucking tease.
There’s nothing to lose, There’s nothing to win but a life full of glory, Thinking that he's pulling the strings to the end of his story.
Risen from the depths of hell The prince of darkness broke out of his shell He spoke, NEMESIS: I may revive your shine, just let your soul be mine.
NARRATOR: But destiny became the puppeteer And brought truth to his deepest fear
The star assumed a lackluster glow And his wealthiness was thieved by the crows.
MORGUE: I lost love and luxury, On what score should I disagree?
NARRATOR: Signed with his blood in hopes to retrieve All fine things that he’s once received.
Mercifully the devil kept his word The luster came flying back like a bird. But the price he paid was high. Not just his soul, his heartstrings said goodbye.