| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 100% | Son, may my thoughts lead your way Through your past it's so great Think of me as you strike With a sword and its might Seek for your own destiny Learn a secret of steel In the darkness you write Feel evil inside | ▶️ |
| 98% | I watched him for 15 years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, looking past the wall, looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret silent alarm to trigger him off. Death has come to your little town, Sheriff. | ▶️ |
| 100% | In the past and the future, you're all alone, yeah. But is it time that you have a defeat for your rep's for pure swoon? | ▶️ |
