There's a darkness growing
Inside my heart that bleeding
Me out.
Times running out the hand is
Almost on twelve.
It's time to run it's time to hide
There's blood on our hands,
Someone just died.
Six people are gone with a knife,
Six people have flickered out of
Life.
They had the darkest or
The lightest souls
And there plans were to hurt
Or to save.
There's no time to wait.
We're in a building full of people
With unknown Identities,
Someone's in the way it's time
To run again.
There's nobody but me and you,
And the demons in our head.
If you looked in our souls
You'd see blood on our hands
And a plan for revenge.
It's almost time to run
weeks at hand, someone
Will die and it's eating
You alive, the bloods almost
On your hands, her throats almost
Slit.
There's not much time so figure
Out a plan, the clocks hand
Is almost on twelve.
