Takes you places.
Places you’d rather be and places you don’t want to see.
Places of your dreams and places that make you scream.
Places dark with a ray of light, places bright with a storm in sight.
Places you never want to leave, places real yet so make-believe.
For better and for worse, without a chance to rehearse.
Makes you a Demon and a God, makes you fight wars uncalled for.
Makes you laugh in your misery, makes you cry when you’re happy.
Makes you a saint. Makes you a sinner. Makes you lose all and still be a winner.
Drives a knife in your spine and kisses you a sweet kiss goodbye.
Squeezes your heart dry and leaves you to die.
Rips you apart from a gaping bullethole to leave you a corpse without a soul.
Makes you hate life and welcome death. Makes you pray for your final wreath.