Sing On

Not yet, no little one,
no, it won't end yet.
We'll let you pass, in time,
once we've got all we want out of you.
Not yet, though.

Does it hurt you?
Do you want us to let you go?
Do you want it all to pass?
You'll tell us all, soon enough.
Once we see how much blood you've got...

Are you afraid?
Don't be afraid.
It's only a dance we want, only a song.
Surely you'll dance, won't you?
We know you will.

You've got such a fine voice.
Keep singing, keep singing.
Sing till you're gone.
Sing till we let you go.
Sing till you're not afraid.

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