(based on Chapter Seven: My Feet Are Slipping) "Finding it nearly impossible to come to grips with the emergence and confession of the Thespian, the Artist gives up on his fleeting fantasy that Annabel could still be alive. Without his vengeance, his anger, his insanity and without the chance of Annabel coming back from the dead, he attempts to decipher a way to join her in death. With thoughts of suicide on his mind, the Artist contemplates storming the town with a rage unmatched by anyone. He must draw out the Thespian to die heroically as he avenges the death of his lover. Wandering the town as the feeling of defeat weakens his every step, the Artist falls to his knees in an abandoned alley. Mere seconds before his plan comes to fruition, she appears."
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I've made up my mind
and I will be leaving.
Leaving this cruel, dark world
for the soulless to share.
But first...
Women will shriek
and watch their husbands bleed.
Children will cry
and watch their mothers die.
Because tonight...
Tonight we all go to hell!
Why?
I have to let go
of what happened to my love.
I am taking out on everyone else
all the problems I've brought on myself.
When I made your heart melt.
My belle, we soon will meet again.
There's nothing left for me to lose except confusion.
I'm finished trying to tell myself this will go away.
There's no one left to talk me down.
My feet are slipping...
One day I hope my name
doesn't bring back memories.
Of the day that I left her.
Goodbye, so long.
My heart belongs to the one
I am chasing after.
For better, or even for worse, remember me forever...
Now the only question left is how
to take you all down with me.
The coroner will have his hands full tonight.
That is if he is not among the dead.
Dead will choke the streets
with such vulgarity that
grown men will weep.
And then you will find
the end is drawing night.
There's nothing left for me to lose except confusion.
I'm finished trying to tell myself this will go away.
There's no one left to talk me down.
My feet are slipping...
One day I hope my name
doesn't bring back memories.
Of the day that I left her.
Goodbye, so long.
My heart belongs to the one
I am chasing after.
For better, or even for worse, remember me forever...
The dizziness stuns me,
would someone please distract me?
Can I really get through this?
Can I really betray myself?
There's sweat on my hands
and a knife at my throat.
And as the blade bites my skin
Annabel appears...
One day I hope my name
doesn't bring back memories.
Of the day that I left her.
Goodbye, so long.
My heart belongs to the one
I am chasing after.
For better, or even for worse, remember me forever...