The game’s no longer of any worth

It matters not that there’s a hostile guard,

there’s a rough way right past another gate 

leading us home, but we will be so late,

that we’ll hear words both horrible and hard,

defining each of us as a retard,

with many failures set down on the slate.

So we have reached the deepest hell of fate 

below the palaces where we once starred.

I have the sense that we are out of time,

that there’s no option leading to the light 

since our existence is a horrid crime,

a terror to the ordinary sight,

last proof that we are only stinking slime,

and should be all forgotten in the night.