It's been a few years,nAnd I still carry many fears.nThe game has been opened back up, so now it's time to play catch up.nThe rats are caught and thrown into their playground, nUpon consciousness a letter is to be found.nnTag you're it, time to go seek,nListen to my directions and don't miss a beat.nYour four buddies are hiding, wanting to be foundnCombine the different body parts in the outline on the ground.nArms from #10, legs from #24, torso from #3...nLast but not least, head from #12, then you're almost set free.nDress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back,nYell Tag you're it and give him a nice big loud smack.nA door will open that will let you go,nAnd you just played the game you ruined for me a long time agonnThe letter drops as he runs towards the yells.nFound tied and blindfolded is #10,nLegs chained up so he doesn't walk away ever again.nOur compassionless friend doesn't even think twice,nPlease please stopnnMy childish games rattle on like a tick tock clocknYou never foresee danger when you're ready to play.nnHe's laid down and gets his arms untied,nFriend sits down, putting a foot to #10s ribs,nWith the other foot against his head,nHe grips his buddies arm tightly which is sitting between his legs.nThe arm is tugged and twisted, with all of his might.nnShredded off like the wing of a bird who will never take flightnnWith the arms thrown over his shoulders,nThe blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder.nnPlacing his findings in the outline on the ground.nIt's time for more meat to be found.nI can see why, I can see the light,nMy insides have finally caught daylight.nHe showed the real me, a torture machine.nMom don't wait up, or you'll be another cleanupnnOne by one, the meat began to take form.nThe old bodies newly transformed.nBefore he knew it the final task had been performed.nQuickly he was released from the mousetrap,nI was eager to play with my new friend.nPounding into the mutilated meat,nI still feel a bit of their body heat.nnYou're a wold of light She told me.nI'm darker then black I replied.nI'm tripping on my hundredth excusenAnd i don't intend to turn back now.nWith the leaves in my hair, I climb towards the clouds.nHow will I ever find my way home.nOur victims deserved a last meal.nn...My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock