"Purple skin, eyes of white
Its a man who held a knife
Trapping us inside this room
He had tricked us to our doom

We were only innocent kids
Who didn't realize what they did
To make this man take our lives
I guess he thought we had to die

Our blood spilled on the floor
Eyes are closed, we were no more
Our sould trapped in these suits
Taking revenge is what were gonna do

Rumors drifting through the air
Stuck in this place, it isn't fair
We will kill you when we can
We are coming...

Purple man"
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