Indie

Think you're so great, at anothers demise, stop before it's too late, what makes you this cruel, does stuff go on inside, dissipating your cool, even in pain, those eyes like fireflies, always looking to make hay, the way you brood, cooked over lies, not what you should do, here in this game, you race for your life, but who holds the reins, a cracked open Dude, may offer you insight, he's not one to fool, whoever asks why?