Gather we will, each in search of a thrill; A reason for feeling the needing to kill. To stop what's happening, to silence the screams; To not be afraid, to sleep and dream. To feel and control and take it all back; To fall into peace, as the sky turns to black. Hope you got what you wanted, this wonderful wish; To kill every day until NOTHING exists. Of the world which you, you're the last one alive; But with no conflict to confront, will there be a reason to survive? Will the anger just die? Or will you kill that as well, as you sit all alone, in your personal hell... ... ...
WELCOME TO...THE W.I.C.K.E.D.