"Who are you?" He asks, glaring at her.
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
All that glitters is gold
He was thrown on the ground, quickly got his bearing by searching for Beatrice, he starts running toward her when two wolves had blocked his way. He spits some blood sheathed his gun and machete, running full speed to the blooming mouth, he could smell the fresh blood and rotten meat inside while their two tongues were swinging like a tempting hand that tells him to jump.
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show, on get paid
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
My world's on fire, how about yours?
My world's on fire, how about yours?
You'll never know if you don't go (go!)
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Only shooting stars break the mold
4 Hours later