Listen to me. Do not try to speak. I don't have much time. You have been put into this game. This game of life and death. I need to warn you, you must win at this game. Only then will it truly end. She hides her lies Behind cystal eyes And a smile that's painted on Beware the cold In her heart of gold Feigning warmth but giving none They say "isn't she perfect, a diamond in the rough." She only heard your praises but it's not enough "Isn't she wonderful, a vision from a dream." But no one can hear her scream. Beware the girl who shares the air of kings. She's a guarded heart, an angel with borrowed wings. Beware the power your words can bring Your spirits are only breaking Saved or destroyed by the girl with borrowed wings I can only give you a riddle to guide you.But who are you? You have barely enough power to speak... Do not tell the others. You are our saving grace. I am your Oracle. * * *