What are you chasing / or rather what is chasing you ? Hand on the holster . BANG . you hadn't even realized you pulled the trigger / Alice is running after the rabbit to escape too underland , can't you see , feet thudding against concrete / stasis . you can't keep running / your a homicide detective . There's no more childish stories . Only the monsters remain / and it's your job to find them . just don't get caught first . / you'd make a pretty corpse ./
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