...If They Holler, Don't Let Go-The Number Twelve Looks Like You

[ti:...If They Holler, Don't Let Go] [ar:The Number Twelve Looks Like You] [al:Worse Than Alone] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]...If They Holler, Don't Let Go - The Number Twelve Looks Like You [00:12.87]It's been a few years [00:14.10] [00:14.85]And I still carry many fears [00:17.95]The game has been opened back up so now it's time to play catch up [00:22.83]The rats are caught and thrown into their playground [00:26.21] [00:27.35]Upon consciousness a letter is to be found [00:32.18]Tag you're it time to go seek [00:34.39]Listen to my directions and don't miss a beat [00:36.75]Your four buddies are hiding wanting to be found [00:39.09]Combine the different body parts in the outline on the ground [00:43.05]Arms from 10 legs from 24 torso from 3 [00:46.51]Last but not least head from 12 then you're almost set free [00:50.91] [00:51.77]Dress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back [00:54.58]Yell tag you're it and give him a nice big loud smack [00:58.13]A door will open that will let you go [01:00.99]And you just played the game you ruined for me a long time ago [01:08.65] [01:12.62]The letter drops as he runs towards the yells [01:14.97] [01:17.05]Found tied and blindfolded is 10 [01:19.84] [01:21.03]Legs chained up so he doesn't walk away ever again [01:25.85] [01:26.54]Our com passionless friend doesn't even think twice [01:33.01]Please please stop [01:36.27]My childish games rattle on like a tick took clock [01:41.46] [01:42.20]My childish games rattle on like a tick took clock [01:48.18] [01:49.04]You never foresee danger when you're ready [01:54.44] [01:55.59]My childish games rattle on like rattle on like [02:01.55] [02:08.64]Friend sits down putting a foot to 10 ribs [02:12.86] [02:14.18]With the other foot against his head [02:18.14]He grips his buddies arm tightly which is sitting between his legs [02:25.50] [02:26.63]The arm is tugged and twisted with all of his might [02:34.64] [02:36.06]With all of his might [02:37.94] [02:38.76]Shredded off like the wing of a bird who will never take flight [02:50.90] [02:53.75]With the arms thrown over his shoulders [03:00.87] [03:02.87]The blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder [03:09.39] [03:11.53]Placing his findings in the outline on the ground [03:13.72]It's time for more meat to be found [03:16.22]I can see why I can see the light [03:18.81]My insides have finally caught daylight [03:21.02] [03:21.57]He showed the real me a torture machine [03:26.39]Mom don't wait up or you'll be another cleanup [03:31.89]You're a wold of light she told me [03:34.17]I'm darker then black I replied [03:36.37]I'm tripping on my hundredth excuse [03:40.11] [03:40.87]And I don't intend to turn back now [03:45.05]With the leaves in my hair I climb towards the clouds [03:50.13] [03:51.17]How will I ever find my way home [04:04.59] [04:05.98]Our victims deserved a last meal [04:13.36] [05:00.22]My childish games rattle on like a tick took clock [05:06.72]Rattle on like rattle on like a tick took clock