If They Holler, Don't Let Go Lyrics

It's been a few years

And I still 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 playground

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 a tick tock clock

He's laid down and gets his arms untied

Friend sits down, putting a foot to #10s ribs
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With the other foot against his head

He grips his buddies arm tightly which is sitting between his legs

The arm is tugged and twisted

With all of his might

With all of 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

It's time for more meat to be 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 climb towards the clouds

How will I ever find my way home

Our victims deserved a last meal (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 a tick tock clock

Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock