Sarah sat in the locked mucic room. A laugh sounded over the intercom speakers. It had been a week and a half since she escaped.
She watched as he scrambled to repair the machine she broke.
Sarah's pov
"Oh Joey~" I said turning the camera on to project everywhere in the studio.
[Song start. I did adjust lyrics.]
You sent out a letter
to come back here to play.
But to your dismay
this isn't your day.
For the happy fun time
has begun to fade.
Watch as I reanimate
this corpse which you've abandoned.
Was dismantled
was mishandled.
But I won't be skipped and swayed.
Trapped within these walls
you left my soul to drip away.
The ink decays
the walls at bay.
But the reckoning has come today.
You say
Boris had no guts 'cause you
replaced it with mechanical strain.
I've been tortured
but I move forward
THIS DISORDER KILLS YOUR DAY~
I AM ALIVE
IMMORTALIZED
YOU'RE THE CREATOR
YOU TRAITOR
HEY!
THERE'S NO VACCINE
TO CURE MY DIRTY NEEDS
FOR NOW YOU MUST
BUILD UP OUR MACHINE
YOU DIE TONIGHT
TONIGHT
BUILD UP OUR MACHINE
YOU DIE TONIGHT
TONIGHT
BUILD UP OUR MACHINE
YOU DIE TONIGHT
So you found all the pieces
to initiate the pain
my venom stains
the night remains
but the ending is always just the same
no gain
nod your head to the beat of death
as you draw your last eternal breath
sensations
of an invasion
start to course right through my veins
you say they have no brains
they're just cartoons for your portrail
YOU ARE READING
The orchastrater's Daughter
FanfictionSilly vision's orchastrater, Samuel T. Lawrence, has a daughter named Sarah. He brought Sarah to the studio everyday. As a single father, Sammy did all he could to take care of his little girl. Money was an issue, there simply wasn't enough of it fo...
