Eye see you, Do you see me?
In your conscience desperately.


Uneasy and fearful of such a tempest, you begin to back away from your discovery. You realize you must find a safer shelter, more durable than this room. You turn back to the desk to find your journal missing.

ONSTAGE: The girl players enter the stage and begin to harmonize.

We steer you clear your intuition.
Mold you to our super-visions.

As you scope your surroundings you notice figures emerging from one of the shadowy walls. You freeze and lock up. Scared stupid. The figures slowly approach, and their faces and bodies become more visible. You’re brain questions what you’re eyes are seeing. The vague bodies have morphed into grotesque creatures. Pale faced and gaunt, not human.

And Kill that little boy.
Kill that little boy.
Kill that little boy.
Kill that little boy.

Eye see you, do you see me?
Here’s the door to fit your key.

You run towards a white wall, looking for a way out.

Smell the sweet monetary motivation…

Out the window, there’s nothing but white chaos.

…Put to sleep all inspiration.

Flakes are falling, rising and blowing from every direction. The storm is beautiful, but utterly threatening. You turn and run towards the opposite white wall, but a skeletal hand grips your wrist like a vice, stopping you in your tracks.
And…
Kill that little boy.
Hold on to your drawers and wait for what’s in store
Kill that little boy.
Trust me, my friend I won’t fuck you I’m not a whore

Your escape seems more hopeless by the second. Your wrist is locked in the hand of what seems to be the lead creature. With a supercilious grin, the creature waves his thin finger, encouraging you not to struggle. You defy it, and thrust your body towards the brightest wall breaking free from the creature’s grip. You’re back against the blinding light, you can barely make out the creatures beyond the glow.

Eyes see you, do you see me?
Distracting your reflection on your T.V.

The creatures seem unable to approach the light. You vaguely see all of the figures drop out of your vision except one. A single feminine figure. It approaches, unaffected by the glow. As the figure finds you, a soft smile appears on her pale, beautiful face.

We’ve learned to breed our sweet disease
And clone the blinded as we please.

It is uncertain whether or not she is one of the creatures. She reaches out her arm and without searching hard, gently takes your hand into her own. Spellbound, you willingly follow her away from the wall, and immediately become surrounded by a swarm of the creatures.

Kill that little boy.
You’ll be one of us, with no emotion you can do much more
Kill that little boy.
We’ll turn you in to a king, we’ll shoot for Zeus, or we’ll aim for Thor.

Bridge: Instrumental

You are out of power and helpless. Physically weak. The creatures hold you tight in their arms, like prey, fettered in talons. They’re toting you towards the derelict fireplace, which is now full of heavy flames.

Just before reaching the fire, the female figure from earlier whispers something into your ear.
Kill that little…
FEMALE CREATURE/BRANDY
Don’t let’em take you down.
Don’t let’em take you away.
Don’t let’em steal your soul.
Don’t let’em steal you.

Your eyes meet for a moment, and then break as you’re hurled into the fiery hole.
Don’t let them.
Don’t let them.
WAKE UP!!
He bursts into a cackle that would make children cry.