| I’ve seen a world, unlike any you’ve seen |
| Full of creatures who’ve been in my dreams |
| I know a pain, like you wouldn’t believe |
| One that rips me apart at the seams |
| «Take your pills Fran» |
| «Just lie still Fran» |
| Is that dead girl me? |
| Fran Bow! Fran Bow! |
| None of this is real |
| So they tell me, shall we, see what these reveal? |
| I hear Itward’s whispers echo in my mind |
| It’s a perfect time to die! |
| Finding Mister Midnight! |
| I’ve seen the end of a number of lives |
| And I wonder if I’ve caused a few? |
| Am I a ghost? |
| Is my heart made of wood? |
| Is that blood on my hands from me or you? |
| I hear voices |
| All these noises |
| Are my choices gone? |
| Fran Bow! Fran Bow! |
| Puppet on a string! |
| You can taunt me, haunt me |
| It won’t change a thing! |
| Because Itward’s whispers echo in my mind |
| It’s a perfect time to die! |
| Finding Mister Midnight! |
| Every memory |
| Is a mystery or lie |
| Tears well from the blood |
| In my eyes! |
| Fran Bow, Fran bow? |
| How’d parents die? |
| You won’t trust me! |
| Just beware the shadows lies |
| He’ll surround you! |
| Drown you! |
| Bury you alive! |
| But you’ll shake him, break him |
| Each time you survive! |
| So let Itward’s whispers echo in you mind |
| It’s a perfect time to die! |
| Finding Mister Midnight! |