Come seek with me,
The falling sun.
Jump on my back,
As the world is gone.
See in your eyes,
The flowers of hate.
Run through with me
The meadow gate.
Sprint through the crowd,
They claw and bite.
Look back on pity.
Shoot them all.
Make them hate.
Make them fear.
Jump off my back.
Run. Through the trees.
Look what you've done.
Corpse cuddler, crowd clearer.
Run. Run. Terrifying sprint.
Edge of the cliff. Almost fell.
Jump back on child, don't be afraid.
I'll carry you. To the end.