9. The Ballad Of Ray Garraty Paradise awaits for those who will challenge their fate Promised utopia looms – with agony ripe to consume In its obscene bloom – in an unclean womb – to its foreseen doom Road in front of me – stretched as far as I can see Day and night become the same – looking on this landscape inflamed Immersed in pain – enthralled with the game – such a shame The sadists gather to catch a glance Of pawns in rows who perform the dance The thought of rest is a distant glow A quick-fading memory of life long ago Friends fall down and die – can't bring myself to cry Wallow in mud to preserve the pace for the fools who deserve the race Who deserve this place – who without a trace will dissolve in face Long road's end in sight – pulling forward with all of my might Crosshair watches til all is done – into the arms of the angel I run Into her arms I run – into her arms I come – in the blazing sun The sadists gather as paradise falls Its implications are lost on them all Too lulled into sleep to see past the disguise And shedding no tears as paradise dies