The choices you've made can lead to the grave but I never dared to say. Your new found friends and the factions of fakes will leave you there to flay. Defeater - dragging your corpse around. Defeater. Defeater - dragging yourself into the grave. You'll stay the line, never mind where it leads. I'm bound to keep quiet. Stigma of conscience outweighs the disease. Stand back and watch you sink. There's no rescue left. There's no answer. Defeater - dragging your corpse around. Defeater. Defeater - dragging yourself into the grave.