No time to run I hear the bombs at the parking lot. No I don't want to be one more in the body count. Now the enemy can be the nun of the neighborhood. There is no color; there is no race or royal blood. Who knows can be your lovely son do you wanna see?. And in the end he can be you he can be me. Now what I say now what I want and where I go. I am just a puppet; I'm just a toy under control. I'm just a paranoiac freaky trying to save my soul