The man comes into the room. Looking for his parents. I notice he is starting to head for the door.

"They sent you letter. Come back home and play."

I push a couch in the way of the door.

"But to your dismay, this isn't your day." I move around in the shadows making him cower.

"For the happy fun time has begun to fade." I make the posters move. "Watch as I reanimate their corpses you abandoned. We're dismantled, mishandled, but we won't be skipped and swayed." I make the posters push him onto the couch. "Trapped within these walls, you left our souls to drip away, the ink decays, the walls at bay, but the reckoning has come today." He looks at me in the shadows in my childhood self.

He says "You have no guts 'cause you replaced it with mechanical strain!" I glare at him 

"We've been tortured, but we move forward, this disorder kills your day!" I say at him. "I am alive! Immortalized! You're the creator! You traitor!" He begins to close his eyes "Hey! There's no vaccine to cure our dirty needs! For now you must build up our machine, you die tonight!" I grab him by the collar. "Build up our machine, you die tonight!" and I throw him at the wall went up to him and pointed a finger at his chest "Build up our machine, you die tonight!"

He pushes me away and runs to the dining area. I meet him there, "So you found all the pieces, to initiate the pain. Our venom stains, the night remains, but the ending is always the same, no gain." He nods his head in fear. "Nod your head to the beat of death, as you draw your last eternal breath, sensations, of an invasion, start to course right through our veins." I smile "You say that we have no brains, we're just people for your portrayal, to tell some tale about a boat and sail, but sure this inevitably unveils the fail, splashes of eternal hate, will flood the floor and clean your slate, now we're the tools, and your the fool our nightmare dominates!"  

I brought out a knife " I am alive. Immortalized. You're the creator. You traitor!" He tries to look away "Hey! There's no vaccine, to cure our dirty needs. For now you must, build up our machine. You die tonight!" He opens his mouth to say something I cut him off by yelling "I am alive! Immortalized! You're the creator! You traitor!" I pop up next to him "Hey! Theres no vaccine, to cure our dirty needs! For now you must, build up our machine! You die tonight!"

I point at him with the knife "Build up our machine! You die tonight!" I poke him in the chest with it. "Build up our machine! You die tonight!"

He began to run while I just teleport. "I am aware, that your soul is now divine. We care not toil with broken chains, so don't toil with ours! Like he did to our shining stars!" I point to the dead body that had once been a man. "So prepare for adventure, I'm a whole new creature from the darkest side! You can't take away the pain we feel, created as monsters that come to life! Come back to life!"

He runs into a dead end with me standing there. "So you've come to the end now, alive but dead inside, the heart beats loud, you've joined our crowd, we are but punished serpentine's. Your life with her was fun but now the terrors only just begun. Now come with me, and you will see, I'm new born cyanide!"

He begins to run past me while I chase him with a knife "I am alive! Immortalized! You're the creator! You traitor! Hey! There's no vaccine to cure our dirty needs! Now you must build up our machine! You die tonight!" I grab his arm and pin him down. "I am alive! Immortalized! You're the creator! You traitor! Hey! There's no vaccine to cure our dirty needs! Now you must build up our machine! You die tonight!" 

I stab him the stomach "Build up our machine! You die tonight!" I stab him in the heart and just as he's about to die I yell "Build up our machine! You die tonight!"

"Build up our machine! You die tonight!"

Kathleen was turned into a doll by a man who she killed in this song. She was the first and began to tell the other dolls about revenge and manages to lure him back to his home he left 8 years ago. She tells there story like he would understand. The man dies by her hands at the end of the song.