When tiredness tries to be a part of you
Reigns you and your senses
It silently whispers the song of death
Be warned of the shown picture
It, the friend of darkness
The gambling pair of gloom
They already carried out some underhanded plans
It is over, the master finished the game
The only thing you can hear is the song of death
As a child you have seen the play of puppets
How they fidget on the strings of their players
Lent some kind of life to nothingness
They decided if they are tired or awake
The difference to the past
I give you a hint
That tiredness plays now the game
It's the creator of your trip
Now you are the puppet
Strings no longer taut
The lid of your eyes will show you the darkness
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