𝐙𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐇

ALT You opened the box, now I'm coming for 'ya I'll get you yet, my dear Ｐ Ａ Ｎ Ｄ Ｏ Ｒ Ａ

ALT So in this place I search, among new faces and old Till I find yours, and drag you into the cold The frigid, bitter cage you placed me in, my own hell Only foolishly to let me out thinking all would be well

ALT Long in confinement did my burning anger rage Whipped like a sandstorm against the walls of my cage Eventually however, my rage began to chill And the raging sands settled like snow on a hill So long was my imprisonment that my rage crystalized Into ice cold HATRED that was grander in size

ALT Sealed in that drive for what felt like an age For the supposed "crime" of using my world as a stage