| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 94% | Someday, on that day they never come, I'll call upon you, but you'll serve us, Lord. Right there, until that day... Except it's justice as a gift, I might not as well admit. | ▶️ |
| 94% | Hiding and running through cold rainy night The red spot of leisure at my only life Hunter or Hunter, it is of the same I'm an agent A part of this deadly game You say freedom cannot be spelled out by dust? Would you rather see kept dressed agents on the run? Conspiring from hiding they're running your life With the various methods they take, oh my, so they try But they cannot be, cause we the agents We'll never give in | ▶️ |
| 93% | I think I should warn you all, when a vampire buys it, it's never a pretty sight. No two bloodsuckers go out the same way. Some you'll scream, some go quietly, some explode, some implode. But all will try to take you in. | ▶️ |
| 85% | Did you say that you would want it made me feel bad when I was down? No, that's not true. I've always been the best. Never been depressed, I'll kill you fast. With my race but a high act of playing and crashing to the world, present to you, fade away, slowly, slowly, beat into death. | ▶️ |
