Sometimes, in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark
I want to play a game Here's what happens when you lose Live or die, make your choice
All these kids were born with severe brain damage Most died before the age of 12 Those few, those precious few who survived, they had a gift They would wake up in the night Curled up in the corner of the room screaming, clawing at the wallpaper Because, when these little children If they closed their eyes at night They dreamt only of murder
It didn't take long for us to realize That the real nightmare was that these so called dreams were about to become true These murders were actually happening
Shall I be your chosen voice In a New Testament In the new world!
If you so much as lay a finger on them, I'll kill you You hear me? You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!
Sometimes, in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark
Murder
Congratulations! You are still alive Most people are so ungrateful to be alive But not you, not anymore