This isn't happening again
You said that this would never happen ever again
Wave goodbye to all your friends
Choose to go forward or back
It tends to depend
Adversary
My surgery
Keep my arms and legs and heart still attached to me
Your head is a weapon
Your blade is an open wound
Hold your past self at age seven
Promise that I would visit you soon
Genuine wooden boy
I see through all your ploys
Filtering the noise
Bite the hand that feeds you
Aspiration for
Molten metal core
Exasperation tour
Bite the fiend that eats you