“Can you feel it? Do you know what it is? If I had the chance I'd give it to you Just run, and don't look back I'll be right behind you Oh I'll be there To bring you down Skin you live and crack your ribs Those thoughts in mind, they make me sweat But throughout the pain, make sure you see This is all your fault, don't blame me I'd chain you up and beat you raw My living trophy, my precious art Stay to rot and feed the rats This time, you'll pay your due”