[FOREWORD: You cannot make Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON'T TRY!!! The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can't find the Light. Me.]

[Diamond/ Diamond]


Midnight...I see the snow that's falling
Midnight...Still hanging on this wall


I'm thinking back in time
To when there was still a life

Free of misery
Oh...But it was never to be


Midnight...I see the snow that's falling
Midnight...And still you're haunting me


I'm thinking back in time
To the cellar in the darkest night
All the misery

All...The blood I had to see

Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...

They're ready for the show
Now the blood must flow
They're waiting above

Oh Noooo!

"Let the show begin"