Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-26872802-20150501004723

The Texan spring's orange sun beamed above the the sky, sitting in an unusual olive color. It's rays were targetting a small group of people, wearing mostly gothic clothing and abstract hairstyles and makeup. "Something wicked this way comes." They all began to sing. "We don't like to fall, but when we come down we lose it all. Then we open someone new." In the front were three, tall people. Two males and a female. "We eat their bones and wonder why they have no bones left. Maybe one day we'll find we have..." The three continued. "No need for a leader." the rest finished. "I watch the faces on a screen. No question what I'll have to pay for my apathy. Can you feel it on your face? The winds of change are a lot unfriendlier these days." The three spoke up. "Maybe one day we'll find we have..."

"No need for a leader." they completed. "Something wicked this way comes. We don't like to fall, but when we come down we lose it all. Then we open someone new, we eat their bones and wonder why they have no bones left. Maybe one day we'll find we have..." The one girl in the front finished the song right as the group's eyes all gazed at an animatronic before them.

"No need for a leader." 