Приют сломанных судеб (Haven for Broken Fates)

You thought the water Was crystal clear. You drank it down without a Single fear. You built your empire on a bed of sand. Now it's crumbling right inside your hand. There is poison in the well, And you put it there yourself. You can't buy your way out of this With the money on your shelf. It's creeping through your veins, It's Ringing the final bell. Oh honey, there Is poison in the well. You crossed the mob, You crossed your wife. You played a dangerous game with your Very life. Now the walls are closing in, Black and tall, and there is Absolutely nobody left to Call. There is poison in the well, And you put it there yourself. You can't buy your way out of this With the money on your shelf. It's creeping through your veins, It's ringing the final bell. Oh honey, there Is poison in the Well. Look in the mirror, See the ghost. You hurt the ones who Loved you most. The antidote Is nowhere to be found. You're sinking slowly To The Ground. Drink up, baby!