Let’s go, let’s go, it’s time to play chase!
It’s time to hunt through the corridors
for the first person to make a fatal mistake!
Don’t forget your tools! Your knives,
your blades, your spears, your spikes,
they all make it easier to take other players’ lives!
No-one here is a friend, don’t forget!
You’re all playing to keep your own head!
This is a game in name alone,
so only one of us will be going home.
Take your childhood friend by the wrist and
lie to her that you want to break the rules and
team up and win together.
Lead her to the stairwell and wait until her back is turned
because she trusts you and is that your fault or hers and
then rush forwards with the knife in your hand and
stab her in the back
over and over and over and over and
until she stops moving and stops breathing and
the blood stops pulsing to her heartbeat.
Congratulations you win you win you win
isn’t it nice to win isn’t it nice isn’t it nice
don’t you love winning don’t you love it
It’s time to play chase again!
A new twist this time!
You can team up with a friend!
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