They say a mans mind,
is an awful thing to break.
Twisting it and turning it,
till there's no more it can take.
And once It's finally broke,
there is no way which to fix it.
See the mind can only take so much,
before it turns all twisted.
But fear you not, dear fair feared soul,
the mind still ticks away.
Plotting revenge for shattered pieces,
its plans thicken every day.
To rip the heart from the fiend,
the one who caused it all.
The mind will be the end of them,
the mind will make them fall.
But till that day the mind will wait,
and steady for the blow.
For when it strikes the world will shake,
and every soul will know.