Such a sin to sever serenity's sacred silence. But the blade cuts clean and the damage done is beyond repair. Can you feel it? Too treacherous to take this ‘til tomorrow. But the blood will scream until these scars are dying to bleed once more. I can feel it. Give in, give in. I can feel you slipping. Give in, give in. It's only a matter of time. Fear, for it dances on the tip of the tongue, so eager to strike at the slightest sign of weakness. Fear, for it dances on the lips of lunacy, so eager to drink every drop of strength you possess. Fear, for it dances in the mouth of madness so eager to swallow the soul of all that you thought you stood for. Give in, give in. Sanity is slipping. Give in, give in. You're all out of time. Fear, for it is upon you and you will taste the tears of a thousand lessons never learned.