You won't get tired of my voice, will you?
We always find a way inside.
We will never let you leave.
It's not the children you need to worry about.
I am the fearful reflection of what you have created.
What a deceptive calling. I knew it was a lie the moment I heard it, obviously, but it is intriguing nonetheless.
Why do you hide inside your walls, when there is music in my halls?
You are broken. We are still your friends. Do you still believe that?
I always come back.
We are still your friends.