Run...Run

Did you really think you could control me?

Did you think I'd take it laying down?

Or did you think I was too weak?

Did you think I'd forget the pain

Of the first few times you tried?

Or did you think I'd always be contained?

You've unleashed a beast of impossible rarity

So angry and hateful, you wouldn't dare believe.

It's ready to rip you apart and devour your soul

To consume your heart and contort your whole

Being into a force of death, a weapon, a tool

of genocide, leaving you all in a massive blood pool.

Hide your bodies but abandon your fears

As it follows the path of wasted tears.

"Run little children. Run in horror.

The monster's gonna hunt until you're no more.

Run little children. Run in fear.

The beast will find you far from here.

Run little children. Run far away.

The demon's gonna make you his today."