321-x-Zero

Tortured souls run on high Red tears raining from the sky In this wicked game for one You must survive or the game has won Skeleton bodies roaming the earth In search of the lives they once possessed With each day that passes by Their bones get weaker, and start to crumble "Why is this happening?!" they scream to the tainted sky No one answers, they never have Nor' will them ever The skeletons transform into ashes And the gusty, chilling wind Blows them into the forbidden night sky For our afflicted souls Are still captured in their domain So we sit and watch as our lives start to decay As they take control of our sentime