I built the place up,
I hired the demons,
I kept on the fire with matches and sulphur,
My own personal hell.
The architecture of my own undoing,
I sigh and grumble now,
But I have no one to blame but myself,
I created this attraction.
How do you stop the endless cycle of agony,
The architect who built it,
You laugh and tear up,
You decide to become the ruler of this hell.
I will become a person,
When I wake up from bed,
And my feet hits the floor,
The demon feel like their own hell as begun again.
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