"You go sleep with the fishes There’s no room for you here There’s no room for you here Wrap your teeth around the pavement 'Cause your body’s a message Send my regards to hell Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading "You’ve got the power and control" Don’t pin it all on me Don’t pin it all on me"
My mystery character has chosen a select few to become "donors" for his experiments. From the looks of it, you don't want to be one of them!
Lyrics are from the song "Blame" by Bastille ??? Belongs to
