It's all over the fat lady has sung.
Old nicks disciples i am now among.
A wretched place i now reside.
No one has feelings or personal pride.
Flames burn high.
Tortured voices cry.
A place for the wicked.
Christ i don't think i can stick it.
Everywhere as hot as a desert sun.
Here I'm stuck, from this hell i can not run.
The fat lady don't sing no more.
How that has saddened me deep to my soulless core.
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