• It's easy, isn't it?
    To slip a knife between someone's ribs,
    to pierce their heart,
    to end them.

    It's hard, isn't it?
    To live with yourself afterwards,
    to heal your soul,
    to end this.

    You cannot hide.
    We, the souls of the damned,
    we know where you step,
    we won't end it.

    You cannot run.
    We, we will hunt you to the ends of the earth,
    we will tear you apart,
    we will end you.

    Nowhere left to hide.
    Feel your heartbeat rising,
    feel your sweat bead,
    feel your soul end.

    Nowhere left to run.
    No matter where you place your feet,
    we will find you,
    and tear you to pieces.

    And End Everything.