Song: ...If They Holler Dont Let Go
Viewed: 36 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: The Number Twelve Looks Like
Year: 2009Viewed: 36 - Published at: 8 years ago
It's been a few years
And I still carry many fears
The game has been opened back up, so now it's time to play catch up
The rats are caught and thrown into their playground
Upon consciousness a letter is to be found
"Tag you're it, time to go seek
Listen to my directions and don't miss a beat
Your four buddies are hiding, wanting to be found
Combine the different body parts in the outline on the ground
Arms from #10, legs from #24, torso from #3...
Last but not least, head from #12, then you're almost set free
Dress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back
Yell "Tag you're it" and give him a nice big loud smack
A door will open that will let you go
And you just played the game you ruined for me a long time ago"
The letter drops as he runs towards the yells
Found tied and blindfolded is #10
Legs chained up so he doesn't walk away ever again
Our compassionless friend doesn't even think twice
"Please please stop"
My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
You never foresee danger when you're ready to play
He's laid down and gets his arms untied
Friend sits down, putting a foot to #10s ribs
With the other foot against his head
He grips his buddies arm tightly which is sitting between his legs
The arm is tugged and twisted, with all of his might
Shredded off like the wing of a bird who will never take flight
With the arms thrown over his shoulders
The blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder
Placing his findings in the outline on the ground
It's time for more meat to be found
"I can see why, I can see the light
My insides have finally caught daylight
He showed the real me, a torture machine
Mom don't wait up, or you'll be another cleanup"
One by one, the meat began to take form
The old bodies newly transformed
Before he knew it the final task had been performed
Quickly he was released from the mousetrap
I was eager to play with my new friend
Pounding into the mutilated meat
I still feel a bit of their body heat
"You're a wold of light" She told me
"I'm darker then black" I replied
I'm tripping on my hundredth excuse
And i don't intend to turn back now
With the leaves in my hair, I climb towards the clouds
How will I ever find my way home
Our victims deserved a last meal
...My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
And I still carry many fears
The game has been opened back up, so now it's time to play catch up
The rats are caught and thrown into their playground
Upon consciousness a letter is to be found
"Tag you're it, time to go seek
Listen to my directions and don't miss a beat
Your four buddies are hiding, wanting to be found
Combine the different body parts in the outline on the ground
Arms from #10, legs from #24, torso from #3...
Last but not least, head from #12, then you're almost set free
Dress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back
Yell "Tag you're it" and give him a nice big loud smack
A door will open that will let you go
And you just played the game you ruined for me a long time ago"
The letter drops as he runs towards the yells
Found tied and blindfolded is #10
Legs chained up so he doesn't walk away ever again
Our compassionless friend doesn't even think twice
"Please please stop"
My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
You never foresee danger when you're ready to play
He's laid down and gets his arms untied
Friend sits down, putting a foot to #10s ribs
With the other foot against his head
He grips his buddies arm tightly which is sitting between his legs
The arm is tugged and twisted, with all of his might
Shredded off like the wing of a bird who will never take flight
With the arms thrown over his shoulders
The blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder
Placing his findings in the outline on the ground
It's time for more meat to be found
"I can see why, I can see the light
My insides have finally caught daylight
He showed the real me, a torture machine
Mom don't wait up, or you'll be another cleanup"
One by one, the meat began to take form
The old bodies newly transformed
Before he knew it the final task had been performed
Quickly he was released from the mousetrap
I was eager to play with my new friend
Pounding into the mutilated meat
I still feel a bit of their body heat
"You're a wold of light" She told me
"I'm darker then black" I replied
I'm tripping on my hundredth excuse
And i don't intend to turn back now
With the leaves in my hair, I climb towards the clouds
How will I ever find my way home
Our victims deserved a last meal
...My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
( The Number Twelve Looks Like )
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