Stealing. It's an art, I tell you.

My slumbers are filled with disturbing dreams,

The Game that was in constant flux.

"What do players really have to say, anyway?"

What got you into trouble this time?

Yeah, they knew, the enemy is strong and I am weak.

And it's so pretty it just about kills you.

He's civilized in his heart,

It's like he had it planned,

Its a prestigious honor,

And there's no mistaking it for anything else

People forget

That we are so afraid of the sight of death

and not afraid of the dark.

Its a gift you're given before you go.