Where'd you get this joy,
Can I tell you a secret,
Did you know that there's a game,
Something fun and it's recent,
We call it Child's Play,
It will be pretty neat,
Let us play it today,
It will be something sweet,

As the timing goes on down,
Or does it escalate,
Let there not be any sound,
All will participate,
Let us go gathering in,
This may just numb your mind,
It is a child's game,
And it is one of a kind!


- ɛռƈօʀɛ -



Whispers into distant darknesses
Mend to your battle stations
One by one the flies fall down and then
Hourglasses lose their sand

Ticking tocking goes the clocking
Don't you run to hidden places
Wipe those tears from off those eyes
We don't like sudden somber faces

This is what we call child's play
No matter what you people say
We play until we cannot think
There is that joy that won't decay

I guess we have to play it smart
So carefully listen to me
There's no sense in playing at dark
There are demons coming for me

There's no sense in playing at dark.
There are demons coming for me.

Like mentos running from a shark,
I'm lost inside a massive sea.
.
.
.
Someone, please come to help free me.
.
.
.
Just like a moth, you'll forget me.