"An exit please, at once at, at that, The lingering window, A lonesome gnat, A way out of circles, A way out of lies, Bring me sweet death, With no more goodbyes." Escape from the clutches, Of death and old tales, Escape from the darkness, And it's old shrieks and old wails. We once worked for Umbrella, with bold thoughts in our head, Now we run from the nightfall, Scream and envy the dead. We stand boldly before them, The ones who don't know, And tell tall tales of madmen, B