[FOREWORD: You cannot make Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON'T TRY!!! The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can't find the Light. Me.]
Midnight...I see the snow that's falling Midnight...Still hanging on this wall
I'm thinking back in time To when there was still a life Free of misery Oh...But it was never to be
Midnight...I see the snow that's falling Midnight...And still you're haunting me
I'm thinking back in time To the cellar in the darkest night All the misery All...The blood I had to see
Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...Midnight... They're ready for the show Now the blood must flow They're waiting above Oh Noooo!