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Laid to waste Z's composition
Unaware they had destroyed it
'Til a man came to exploit it
Over-leveraged, in a panic
Ben and Thornson killed the critic
You can't be here, you can't do this!
When a crazed man pounds the door
Open up, and drop him to the floor
I think I've proved how difficult it really is
to knock a door off its hinge
With too much evidence for hiding
they left him there to take the blame
There was enough there for inditing
deciding the room had to go up into flames
And with that, we know why he was really suicidal
When Z learned of the play, then he had his revelation
But the skeptics are bound
when you're under medication
So he planned his escape to retrieve the evidence
that could show he's a victim and prove his innocence
She found Ben, it was the end of her
He had to kill to keep her silent
Then there's me
I was the obstacle that made his plan get truly violent
Now it's ending, Z is coming
Blood will spill so please come running!