The Benedict by PlasticBag FaceMask Lyrics
PATRICK: "Here it is. This will make or break you. Within these pages you find a man. A man who may have betrayed us. A betrayal to me is a betrayal to you. Do not fret and do not fear. I have seen your craft. You will impress."
JACOB: In the wild once again. The tail of a man none the wiser of what will be. Darkness approaching. Secrets uncovered and lies revealed
"Sir, here's the man stealing from your riches."
NOAH: "Let me go!"
J: "Listen to him cry, beg, and plead."
N: "No!"
P: "No, no, no. You do not speak. You just listen. You think I do not know who you are or what you do? You are the filthy, slithering swine of this organization. If you had a heart I would rip it from your chest. I will spew the evil from your guts. I want you to know that I am going to your house tonight and I will slit the throats of your family while they sleep. They will never know you're gone."
J: "Allow me, sir. Please. I will rid this rat from your world."
P: "No! I've something just for him. A blade sharp and still stained with blood of old. Allow me."
J: Wearing a new shade of red. Mind far behind the eyes. A final display of punishment. Lines his bird in row
P: "Remove this filth from my sight. Heed this though, young man: Do not be known. Do not be seen. Do not be heard. Do not be felt."
JACOB: In the wild once again. The tail of a man none the wiser of what will be. Darkness approaching. Secrets uncovered and lies revealed
"Sir, here's the man stealing from your riches."
NOAH: "Let me go!"
J: "Listen to him cry, beg, and plead."
N: "No!"
P: "No, no, no. You do not speak. You just listen. You think I do not know who you are or what you do? You are the filthy, slithering swine of this organization. If you had a heart I would rip it from your chest. I will spew the evil from your guts. I want you to know that I am going to your house tonight and I will slit the throats of your family while they sleep. They will never know you're gone."
J: "Allow me, sir. Please. I will rid this rat from your world."
P: "No! I've something just for him. A blade sharp and still stained with blood of old. Allow me."
J: Wearing a new shade of red. Mind far behind the eyes. A final display of punishment. Lines his bird in row
P: "Remove this filth from my sight. Heed this though, young man: Do not be known. Do not be seen. Do not be heard. Do not be felt."