Instruments of Cyanide

Alice: *She looks at Comic, realizing that he won't say anything so she starts* Trapped within the silence inside, watching as the days go by outside all this replacing discarding my face in this hollow tune. The fall of the "idol" will tear us limb from limb, to where  wandering was a sin, to where the nightmare can begin. *She looks at her gloves, then Comic* This life did not choose us, she chose to consume us.

Comic: *He stands up* To ready for the day we march with dress beneath the sway. *He looks at everyone walking back and forth in a line* Dark nights are upon us. Black  magic slays on the chorus. For the choir's in tune with an "angel". Foresight of the broken chain us. *He stands tall, looking at everyone* May her demeanour combine us, within sorrow and blindness we'll where the path of freedom can rejoin us now.

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Frosting: *She looks over at Cuphead, leaping down and padding over to him, her tail swaying* Hey, Cuppy! What'cha doin'?

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