Choose the roads,of the endaila
Drawing circles
Washabon
Save me from this empty fight
Blah blah blah blah
The double night
Nananananananaaaa
I N T H E G A M E O F L I F E
Like a poem said by lady in red you hear the last few words of your life
With a haunting dance now your both in a trans it's time to crass-cross spell on the night.
Abracadabra abra Unana, abracadabra,MORTA ugaga
Abracadabra abra cdabra.
In a don't yoh say-
death of love to-night.
Abracadabra abracadabraaaaa!
Abracadabra abracadabraaaaa.
Feel the beat under you feet the floors on fire!
Abracadabra abracadabra.
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be