...If They Holler, Don’t Let Go

It's been a few years, and still I carry many fears
The game has been opened back up
So now it's time to play catch up
The rats are caught and thrown into their playgrounds
Upon consciousness, a letter is to be found

"Tag, you're it, time to go seek
Listen to my directions and don't miss a beat
Your four buddies are hiding, wanting to be found
Combine the different body parts
In the outline on the ground
Arms from #10, legs from #24
Torso from #3, last but not least
Head from #12, then you're almost set free
Dress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back
Yell, 'Tag, you're it' and give him a nice big loud smack
A door will open that will let you go
And you just played the game
You ruined for me a long time ago"

The letter drops as he runs towards the yells
Found tied and blindfolded is #10
Legs chained up
So he doesn't walk away ever again
Our compassionless
Friend doesn't even think twice
"Please, please stop"

My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
You never foresee danger when you're ready to play
My childish games rattle on like, rattle on like...

He's laid down, putting a foot to #10's rib
With the other foot against his head, he grips his buddies tightly
Which is sitting between his legs
The arm is tugged and twisted
With all his might, with all his might
Shredded off like the wing of a bird
Who will never take flight

With the arms thrown over his shoulders
The blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder

Placing his findings in the outline on the ground (ground)
It's time for more meat to be found (found)
"I can see why, I can see the light
My insides have finally caught daylight
He showed the real me
A torture machine
Mom don't wait up
Or you'll be another cleanup"

"You're a wold of light," she told me
"I'm darker then black," I replied
I'm tripping on my hundredth excuse
And I don't intend to turn back now
With the leaves in my hair, I'll climb towards the clouds

How will I ever find
My way home

Our victims deserved a last meal

My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock
Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock
My childish games rattle on like, rattle on like...
Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock