I got a dream, a quite bothersome one.
It was a dismembered body hidden in a duffel bag
One, for a fact, I was running away from someone I never wanted to be in accomplice with.

or two, an intriguing one, turns out to be a beast hidden as a victim to play a dual factor in my life.
Three, seems trouble, I smell, he bathes himself in kerosene
lights a match and burns himself.

and lastly, a gruesome one, which makes Wednesday or Tim Burton glad, quite gothic, perhaps for E.A Poe to be proud of
I saw a shadow of a cloaked figure, a red one
holding a scythe, oh I was running for my life
It was hideous, to be honest.

Black Saturdays are for fun for the devils
A legion, no one could recognize
so, they played their role right,
to scare people and let them be feared of them
for they feed from our fear
they made themselves stronger because we feared them
good point right.