ꜱᴋʏʟᴀʀ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴅ’ꜱ ɢᴀꜱʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴜɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ꜰᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ’ꜱ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ɪɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜱᴋʏʟᴀʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇʏꜱ ᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ. ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀ? ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴀʏ? ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ’ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ—ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜɴꜰᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ.

Criss-cross, leather straps 3 marks the spot Circle that, don’t look back Or you might get caught The mourning cloak devils Will show you no mercy They’re the asylum rebels Considered to be unworthy 3 knives in your back your blood runs cold, cold, cold 3 rats down your back They scurry as they come, come, come Close your eyes, and you’ll hear The echoes of their screams You better run before they come Or you’ll see them in your dreams.