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
