Someone's going to pick me up. Someone's going to pick me up. Someone's going to pick me up.
A little black box sitting in a corner, exactly 3000 ft below the castle, has been there for exactly 148 years, chanting to itself.
Someone's going to pick me up. Someone's going to pick me up. Someone's going to pick me up.
Footsteps echo down to the little box, giving it hope.
Someone's going to pick me up.
Each step brings then closer, and the box chants faster.
Someone's going to pick me up. Someone's going to pick me up.
"My, what's this?"
Someone's going to pick me up.
Someone's going to pick me up.
Someone's going to pick me up.
And when they do, I'm going to kill Glacies.
 Glacies Everto · Sat Jan 30, 2010 @ 03:22pm · 1 Comments |
