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- This ain't right.

We got to fight back.

It'll be OK.

You bastard, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!

- There's somebody in here.

I smell something in the air.

Smells feminine.

- Hey, I'm unarmed.

OK, hold on.

That's my dad.

What do you want with us?

We don't have anything.

Just take your stuff and get out of here.

- Shut up.

- Put your gun down, please.

- Shut up.

Say it again and mean it.

- Put your gun down, please.

- You're ordering me?

- Put your gun down, please.

- You sound like a sissy boy.

- Put your gun down, please.

- Now you sound like my high school principal.

- Put your gun down, please.

- I'm sorry that's your dad but welcome to Earth, pal.

What do you think, the gun's right in front of you?

When are you kids gonna learn?

Kitty.

Here, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Let me see you.

You don't have to be afraid.

The next time you go out to a place,

I want you to look for something safe.

And I'm required to do what my mother always taught me.

And that's to finish what I started.

And I'm not gonna kill you.

But I have to honor my mother.

Mother.

Oh, shit.

- Not bad.

Story of my life.

Happy birthday, big brother.

I almost forgot.

I guess we won't be driving to Dallas

to celebrate the big 2-1 after all, huh?

Wherever you are up there,

I hope they have strippers and Lone Star.

I miss you guys.

- I'll get you for this.

Even from beyond the grave

because my mama's rich in Coonsborough.

You are finished.

Could you use the front entrance, please?!

Brick?

Calm down, Sarah, just a delivery person.

- Fear not, little lady.

The missing supplies finally reared their ugly heads.

- Thanks, Brick.

Something else was just left at the back porch too.

- Cool.

Must be that gingerbread seasoning.

But, more importantly,

I've got two tickets for tonight's Wrestle-a-palooza.

They're even gonna let amateurs compete tonight.

A mosh pit of tag team damage and body slammage.

This could be my shot at the big time.

"And in this corner, straight from Hell's Kitchen,

"The Butcher-Baker."

- Sounds like fun.

Give me some of that seasoning, will you?

I'll test it when I put it in the muffins.

- Sure.

You OK, Sarah?

- Yeah, sorry.

Today would have been Jeremy's birthday.

He wanted to spend it at the titty bar.

- Can you blame him?

I still keep expecting him to show up for work every day.

Your dad puttin' on his apron,

poundin' the dough, and Jeremy...

- Jeremy comin' in late 'cause he overslept.

Telling Dad some dirty joke

to keep him from getting yelled at.

- Aw, heck!

- Don't move, Brick.

Do you want me to take you to the doctor?

- The Butcher-Baker needs no doctor.

He can always take the heat.

- Come on, Brick.

- Go.

I'm OK, really.

- I can take you to get stitches if you need it.

OK.

- Sarah!

- What is it, Julia?

- This says that Findlemeyer was executed two days ago.

- That's all you wanted?

The way you were shouting, I thought it was an emergency.

- This is great news!

After two years that loco pendejo is finally dead.

Another soul for el diablo.

- Are you gonna finish that birthday cake

'cause it has to be ready by morning?

- Yeah, sure, sure.

It also says here, that after they fried him in the chair,

they cremated him

and sent his ashes to his mother in Coonborough.

How sick is that?

- Greetings, Masked Mercenary.

We meet at last.

Prepare to meet your maker for tonight your ass is toast.

Your ass, your ass is toast.

- The birthday cake.

- Oh, sure thing, boss.

Sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.

I didn't meant to be short with you.

It's just I need all the help, you know.

Especially with Mom.

- I know, it's my bad.

I'll do better.

- Them bastards think they're gonna get the better of me,

do they?

We'll see about that.

That ought to teach ya!

- What are you doing?

- Oh, them bastards think they can just come in here

and take over, Sarah.

And we're not gonna let 'em.

- I think maybe you've had enough aguardiente, Mrs. Leigh.

- Oh, now you're lookin' to get fired, girl.

- Mom, why don't you go home and get some rest?

- No, Sarah, listen to me.

Them sons of bitches think they can just move in here

and take over.

They want to run us out of business.

And they can do it too because what chance have we got

up against some big ol' statewide chain?

I mean, just look at us.

- No one's gonna run you out.

OK?

Listen to me, Mom.

You and Dad built this place from the ground up

and there's no way I'm gonna let anyone

take that away from you.

- You promise?

- Promise.

Come on now.

Julia will give you a ride home.

- Okie doke. - I'm gonna be home in a bit.

- Come on Mrs. Leigh, let's go.

- All right, well, I'm just gonna take a little nap

and then I'll come back over and help you.

OK? - OK.

- Let's go.

- What in the hell did you do to my banner?

- Oh, I didn't...

- You listen here, girl.

I thought we were gonna handle this like adults,

like business people.

Now there is no call for wanting destructiveness

and vandalism.

- You're right, I'm sorry.

I'll pay for the banner.

- You're damn straight.

- Is there anything else you wanted, Jimmy?

If not, I gotta get back to work.

- Well, now that's what I like about you.

Right down to brass tacks.

Just like your mama,

except without all the drinking, of course.

Here's the deal:

A year from now, my place is gonna be up and running.

The finest eatery in four counties.

Now, I can't have my customers looking across the street

at this rundown pie shop.

Let's take care of this.

Quick and clean.

No lawyers, no middlemen, no bullshit.

You and your mama, you take that money,

you have a nice life.

- So you can tear down our place?

- Well, that's progress, honey.

Out with the old, in with the new.

- $50,000 goes a long way at Walmart, Sarah.

- You remember my daughter, Lorna, don't you?

- Yeah, she's hard to forget.

- Did I tell you she was just named

Ms. Pretty Face of Waco?

- It's only the 10th time you've reminded me.

- With my help, Lorna's gonna make something of herself.

Be a big star.

I can help finance her modeling career because I worked hard

my whole life, bustin' my hump

so that I could provide for her.

Now, you think about my offer, you hear?

$50,000.

That would make it so you and your drunk mama

don't have to bust your humps.

- Why don't you hold your breath?

You overheard?

- I hate that guy.

- Me too.

Especially when he's right.

- Whoa.

Hold up, you're not telling me you're gonna let that loser

bully you into selling?

- He's a jerk.

But he makes sense.

Ever since Dad and Jeremy died,

everything's gone to Hell.

Look at this place.

- So, we'll fix it.

We'll paint it.

It will be good as new.

- It's not just the building that needs fixing.

Sales are down.

And Mom's drinking.

- It'll get better.

- I don't know.

Have you ever been at that point in your life

where everything seems so messed up

that you don't even know where to start to fix it?

Every morning

when I wake up,

I dream about packing what little I have and just

disappearing somewhere, you know?

Just going and starting over.

- You just had a couple bad years is all.

You get knocked to the mat,

you have to get back up again.

- If only I hadn't been so scared.

If only I had grabbed this.

Everything will be OK.

- I took that right out of the oven.

Got that gingerbread dough mix in.

- You're my hero.

- Does that mean I have a date for Wrestle-a-palooza?

Right.

I knew that.

- Why don't you take off early?

- Well, the cookies, they...

- I'll finish them.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Didn't you just tell me to get up off the mat?

- Right you are, boss.

See you bright and early.

- Oh, good.

Julia?

What are doing in here?

- Should've figured you'd still be here on a Friday night.

- Oh, you little bitch!

You're not going anywhere.

How dare you bring that rat in here?

- That $50,000 is too much for you.

I told Daddy you'd never take it anyways.

- So, you thought you'd get me shut down

by the Health Department instead?

- We tried to be fair!

But trash like you

don't know what's good for you.

Oh, my God.

What's this?!

Don't you ever touch my face.

- Amos, are you in on this?

- Am I in on what?

Lorna, I've been waitin' in that car forever for you.

You said you were just gonna leave a note.

- A note?

Yeah, right.

How many notes eat cheese and live in a sewer?

- Come on, Amos.

Let's get out of here.

- Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

What the hell went on in here?

- Oh, shit!

- Yet another reason to board up this dump.

There's something in there.

There's something alive in there!

- Maybe it's the rat.

- Lorna, don't you think you've made your point?

- I'm serious!

Don't open it!

- You've been using too much bleach in your hair.

- Jesus, what the hell have you been baking?

- Oh, shit.

- Well, whatever it is, I think you overcooked it.

- On the contrary.

I baked up just fine.

- What the hell is that?

- Well, it sure ain't the Pillsbury fuckin' dough boy.

Yee-ah.

- That thing's voice.

Something about it.

- Come on.

- What in the hell was that thing?

- I don't know.

- Well, it looked like a gingerbread man.

- That's what I was baking.

- What are you gettin' at?

- That's what was supposed to be in that burnt pan

I pulled out of the oven.

A big gingerbread man.

- Wait, wait.

Are you telling me that that thing

is the cookie you were baking?

That's crazy.

Crazy.

OK, do you have a magic oven?

- This shit ain't funny, Amos.

- All right, look, I'll admit,

when this shit first happened I was a little spooked,

for like a second, but it's a gag.

It's gotta be, I'll bet you anything, anything,

that it's that geek who works for you,

who's all into the wrestling.

- Who, Brick?

- Yeah, him.

It's a big joke.

Big funny ha ha.

You guys saw that thing, right?

It had to be fake.

- No, but it was walkin' and it was talkin' out there.

It was alive.

OK, this ain't no gag.

It's black magic.

- Oh, my God.

- No, really.

Look, it's like a couple years ago

when me and some of my friends took out this Ouija board,

and we started putting our fingers on it,

on this pointy plastic thingy, and it was movin' around

and it was spellin' out things for us.

It was this message from this dead girl, named Rosalyn,

and she told us that some psycho had killed her

and cut her up into pieces and then wrapped it in tin foil.

And then mailed it off, all across the country,

to her relatives.

- It spelled all that out for you?

Lorna, that's longer than any book you ever read

in your entire life.

- Look, I am serious!

A couple weeks after that, I saw on the news

how the cops arrested some guy

for cuttin' up girls' body parts and mailin' 'em off.

- Talk about goin' postal.

- Look, this black magic shit is for real.

And that thing out there

is bad news and I don't want to have any part of it.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Why you guys want to leave so bad?

- Maybe she's right, Amos.

Maybe we should take off.

- Goddamn right, I'm right.

- That thing, whatever it is,

it's voice, I got a real bad feeling.

- If it's somebody playing a prank, which I think it is,

I'll clobber him.

If that thing is real, I say we grab that mother fucker

and we take it in to Leno, Letterman.

How much dough can you make from a talking cookie?

Huh, dough, cookie.

Get it?

- Ha ha.

- All right, look, whatever it is, don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

- Let's go.

Think we got him?

- I don't know, let's find out.

- Uh, guys?

- Little shit took off.

- Good fuckin' riddance.

- I'm calling the police. - Now hold on.

- Guess what.

- It's dead.

- Unbelievable!

Here.

Daddy, you have got to come and get me.

I am at Betty's Bakery

and we got homicidal baked goods after us.

You heard me.

Daddy?

Daddy!

Goddamn it.

- Must have forgot to charge it.

- You dumb shit.

- Why didn't you call the cops instead of your daddy?

- Shut your pie hole.

- What in the world?

What the hell's happened in here?

This ain't right.

Please be full.

I know it's them bastards.

I'm gonna get my gun.

Sarah?!

Hello?!

Who's in here?!

Who did this?!

Hello?

Stand and bear it.

Just get a hold of yourself, now.

It can't be him.

- You sure about that?

- That's the end of that.

- Oh, yeah.

I'm real, all right.

Ever try a ladyfinger?

Yee-ah ha!

- What was that?

- Maybe it was your little friend.

- What do you mean by that?

- You know what I mean.

- Lorna, shut up.

- Sidin' with the enemy, Amos?

- She ain't the enemy.

- Really?

Well, maybe you didn't hear what happened back there

but that little bastard recognized her from somewhere.

Am I right?

- Look, I'm gonna go to the car

and I'm gonna get your phone, that is, if you charged it.

- That thing may be out there somewhere.

- Fuck him.

- Maybe you really should stop drinking, you lush.

- What are you?

- Not what, honey.

Who.

Don't you recognize my pretty voice?

- Millard.

- There it is.

Huh?

Betty!

Oh.

Betty, what are you doing sneaking out the back door

without me knowing?

Sarah told me to keep an eye on you, I can't let her down.

Oh, Mrs. Leigh, I had a feeling you'd sneak back here

looking for your stash.

What happened?

- There was this man.

A gingerbread man.

- Mrs. Leigh.

A gingerbread man?

Look, I'll get you home, OK?

We gotta go.

- No - Come on, let's go.

- Julia, he's got a knife.

- Right.

- That's gonna leave a mark.

- So, how long have you and Amos been together?

- Me and Amos?

Get real, girl.

He's not my love, it's stupid fun is all.

- Hmm, you acted like it was more than that.

- It's 'cause he was flirtin' with you.

See, when he's with me,

I don't want him makin' googly eye at nobody but me,

even though he's not with me.

Got it?

- I see.

What about what he wants?

- Oh, honey.

You got a lot to learn.

- Guess what, Ms. Pretty Face.

- Shit!

Shit!

- You already said that.

- Maybe it's the storm,

we've got power problems when the weather kicks up.

- Or maybe it's that fuckin' Keebler elf.

- You got a generator?

- In back.

- Oh, yeah, that'd be real smart.

Why don't we just take off?

- He can get us outside.

- No, no, let's get the lights on.

I want to see this fucker when I blast him to crumbs.

- Lorna Dean, what the hell did you bring me out here for?

Oh, now that makes sense.

That tattooed punk got you up to no good again, I'll bet.

Hmm.

- So what, the generator's right through here?

- Yeah.

I wish you'd put that gun away.

- But we might need it.

- I know.

But if you could just...

After Dad and Jeremy.

- Oh, my God.

Is that better?

- Yeah.

Thanks, it just makes me nervous looking at those things.

Stupid, I know.

- No, no, no, it's not stupid.

I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.

- No, don't worry.

It's my problem not yours.

- I'm not very good at those kind of things.

Reading people's emotions.

Hell, why do you think I'm with Lorna?

That girl's got like no emotion.

She's about as cold as a mud creek catfish.

Now, I think she goes out with me

'cause she thinks it improves her image.

You know, makes her look tough.

Ms. Pretty Face of Waco bossin' around the town delinquent.

- I never thought of you as a delinquent.

- Get out of here.

Well, I probably spend more time in county lock-up

than you spend baking pies.

- Don't try to make yourself sound like a bigger badass

than you really are.

- Excuse me?

- You don't remember, do you?

- Remember what?

- Coming to my birthday party.

- What?

- I wouldn't be surprised but we were six,

when you were living with your mom

at the end of Hauber Street.

- I went to your birthday party?

- Yeah, you tried to kiss me near the punch bowl.

- Get out of here.

- I gave you a bloody nose.

- Oh, my God.

You're right, I remember that.

- So, you're not as tough as you like to think you are.

- Maybe I get turned on when girls hit me.

Ever think about that?

- Oh, so that's why you stick around with Lorna.

- Ah, hell, I stick around with Lorna

'cause she pays for the beer and pizza.

Come on, let's fix this generator.

- All right.

- Lorna, if you and that worthless greaseball

are causing trouble, I will hide you both.

Where are you Lorna?!

Come on out, darlin'!

Amos!

What the fuck are you doing?!

Hold it, hold it!

Oh, no, no. no.

- Shit.

You all right?

- Yeah.

- I'm real sorry about what's going on with your place.

Had no idea Lorna was being so shitty with you.

Lord knows, her daddy ain't no picnic either.

- Thanks.

Doesn't really matter.

They win anyway.

- I wonder if this thing has any gas.

What do you mean they win?

- I have to sit down with my mom

and tell her we have to close.

Too many bad things have been happening.

And this.

- What's that?

Killsbury Dough Boy?

- He's just the last straw.

- Listen, can't go pullin' stakes just 'cause Lorna

and Jimmy Dean are puttin' up a stink.

- Yeah.

That's easy for you to say.

- You can't let them scare you.

- Yeah.

There's nothing really keeping us here no more.

Nothing that comes to mind, anyway.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- Why don't we got no lights?

What the hell's wrong with you?

Can't you do anything right?

- Lorna, I already told you once.

- Leave him alone.

- Oh, so that's how it is, huh?

- Why do always need to be so bitchy with everybody?

- So, now I'm a bitch, huh?

- Yeah, you've always been a bitch!

- You guys, you guys!

Look it there.

Should we?

- We better.

- You're not actually gonna open that.

- Somebody might be hurt in there.

- Oh, you two morons belong together.

Screw this shit, I'm goin' outside to wait for Daddy.

- We got to get her out of here.

Is she gonna be OK?

- She's got a knock on her head but she's still breathing.

- What is that fucker, anyway?

- I think I know what,

I mean, who it is.

- Daddy?

Daddy.

God, no.

No, no, no, no, Daddy.

No.

Daddy.

No, you can't go, Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy, no.

You mean the world to me, Daddy.

I'll miss you, Daddy.

- Now, wait a minute.

You mean to tell me that...

- I know it sounds crazy.

And I don't know how it happened

but it's the only thing that makes sense.

Even if it is Twilight Zone kind of sense.

- The guy that killed Jeremy and your daddy?

- Mmm-hmm.

- That you helped send to the electric chair?

- Yeah.

- Millard Findlemeyer

has come back

from the dead

to get revenge on you

inside a cookie?

- I thought I'd clean that stuff off.

She should warm up quicker

and there won't be any hypothermia.

- That bump on her head don't look so good.

- Yeah.

But I don't think she got a concussion.

She's just in shock right now.

But I think it's wearing off.

- How the hell you know all that?

- Educated guess.

I've been taking some night classes at the community college

just in case I don't end up baking pies the rest of my life.

- Yeah?

What kind of classes?

- Nursing.

Silly, huh? - No, no.

It ain't silly at all

but why nursing?

- I don't know, I guess

I always like helping people.

- OK, but why nursing?

I mean, why not a doctor?

Hell, be a surgeon.

Smart, pretty girl like you can be whatever she wants.

- Sorry.

Don't know why I just did that.

- Sure beats a punch in the nose.

- How 'bout a facial?

- My face. - Where is he?

Where is he?! - No!

Don't go out there.

He just killed Daddy out there.

- What?!

- My face.

- Come on. - Look at my face.

- Hey, rat!

Rat!

I'm talking to you!

Want a piece of me?

Hey, you little shit!

Fuck off!

Come over here!

I'm gonna kick your ass.

I'm gonna kick your little rat ass.

- Oh, my God.

Look at me.

- You'll be OK.

- OK?

You call this OK?

I am Ms. Pretty Face of Waco.

I was Ms. Pretty Face of Waco.

Now I'm nothin' but a freak.

- Lorna, it don't look that bad.

- Oh, that's easy for you to say.

You're ugly.

Get out of my way.

What the hell happened to her?

Is she dead?

- No, she's all right.

- Nothing's all right around here.

OK, we have got to get out of here.

- But he could get us out there too, like he did you dad.

- Listen, nobody's leaving.

We're stickin' together, OK?

- You guys can stay if you want to

but that Pop-N-Fresh fucker's already gotten hold of my face

and I'll be damned if he gets anything else!

- Wait, Lorna!

- Yee-ah ha!

- Holy shit.

That fucker booby trapped all the exits.

OK, Sarah.

Sarah, Sarah, come on.

Hey, we gotta be brave.

Come on, let's do this shit.

Come on.

- Hey Millard!

Why did you kill her, huh?!

Why did you kill Jeremy?!

It's me you're after!

Why don't you come and get me?

- Watch out!

What the hell?

- Let's go!

Come on!

Don't spoil all my fun, girl.

- Sarah, come here.

I think he's over there, we can go out the back.

- And then what?

Besides, we can't just leave Julia.

- Shit, you're right.

- I can hear you.

- Yeah, then show yourself you little half-baked fucker.

I swear to God I won't miss twice!

- Hang on, Amos, he's just trying to goad you.

- Yeah, well, it's working.

- He just wants you to follow him.

He probably has a booby trap somewhere.

- Her old man and brother were stupid back at that diner.

They tried to stop me

but she didn't because she was afraid.

Just like now.

- Don't listen to him, Sarah.

He's just trying to get your goat.

- You can't stay scared forever, Sarah.

- Where did he go?

Oh, my God.

Mom's wedding ring.

Where is she?!

What did you do to Ma?!

- Sarah, Sarah.

It looks like it's set up to point at something.

- The oven.

- I said you were a smart cookie.

- Turn it off.

Mom! Mom!

No! No!

Mom.

Oh, Mom.

Amos, help me!

- Yee-ah!

Impetus lovin'.

Say goodnight, cream puff.

Now you know what it feels like to fry, bitch.

Oh, yes, burn, you bitch.

Oh, fudge.

- Amos.

Amos.

Hang in.

Hang in there.

- Ah, ain't that sweet?

I see a sappy love story brewing here.

Looking for this?

Baby, it's all over but the cryin'.

- Brick.

- What the fuck?!

- Whoa.

I was driving by after Wrestle-a-palooza,

saw you guys through the windows.

- Brick, you gotta get out of here.

- Don't worry, I can handle this.

Now it's time to meet your maker.

Prepare to face the Butcher-Baker.

For tonight, your ass is toast.

- You gotta be shittin' me.

Let's finish this.

- Oops.

- Be glad to.

- You whore!

Eat me, you punk bitch!

- Butcher-Baker's no one's bitch.

- Hey, you fucker.

No, no, you can't eat me.

You punk bitch!

- Got milk?

- Save room for dessert

'cause I'm coming back for you.

- So, now we know who's mas macho, huh?

- Ahh.

Butcher-Baker. - Baker.

Yeah.

Butcher-Baker.

All right.

- How's she doin'?

- Oh, Sarah.

What happened?

- I'll tell you when all this is passed.

- There was this horrible little man.

- I know.

- He cut off my finger.

- Julia, could you help me get her to a chair?

- Oh, it hurts.

- You got her? - yeah.

- It's not over yet, girl.

Not by a long shot.

- Oh, my God.

- Don't look, it's gonna be OK.

We'll get you to the hospital, OK?

Why don't you stay here with Mom?

I'm gonna go get Brick.

- It's OK. - Sarah.

- It's gonna be OK.

- Brick?

Brick!

Brick?

Brick!

You scared the hell out of me.

I've been looking all over for you, come on.

Getting ready to leave.

Get your leg looked at.

You OK?

- I've never been better, toots.

- Millard.

- How sweet, she remembers.

- My God, my God.

- Nope, not Brick anymore.

It's only Millard now.

Time for us to finish our business.

- Brick, please.

- I told you, he's through.

Butcher-Baker's been counted out for the last time.

Now give me some sugar, baby.

- Sarah!

- No, no, no, wait here, Betty.

- He's gonna check.

- Now it's time to do like my mama always taught me.

- Not today, cookie head.

- Who do you think can kick your butt

from here to tomorrow, boy?

The candyman can.

- Amos.

- Don't worry, baby, step back.

Hey, little Findlefucker?

Mama ever teach you about this?

- Lookie there.

Just like magic.

You couldn't stop me back at the diner

when I took care of your old man and your pussy brother.

And you ain't gonna stop me now.

- I was scared of you back at the diner

but I'm through with being scared of you, Millard.

- Go back to Hell, where you belong!

Poor Brick.

- Hey.

It wasn't him no more.

It was Findlemeyer.

- We didn't have a choice.

- Thanks for all your help today.

- No, thank you.

And the hospital thanks you.

- Hey, Betty, how are you?

- That's Betty Leigh?

- She looks so much better.

- Oh, hi, Solomon.

Hi, Blake.

- Hi, do you have any gingerbread cookies?

- Not if you're lucky, I don't.

- Actually, an older lady stopped by just a few minutes ago

and dropped off some of these cute little rascals.

Couldn't you just die?

♪ I can't help this

♪ The hour draws nearer

♪ I can't help this

♪ The meaning is clearer

♪ I can't help this

♪ But first it grows stronger

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't wait any longer

♪ I can't help this

♪ I'm starting to change now

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't feel the pain now

♪ I can't help this

♪ No thoughts of tomorrow

♪ I can't help this

♪ No remorse and no sorrow

♪ The blackness in my mind

♪ A nightmare for mankind

♪ The evil that men do

♪ A gift from me to you

♪ Your fear is left to me

♪ The blood has set me free

♪ Anointed by the dead

♪ My thoughts now turn to red

♪ I can't help this

♪ The hour draws nearer

♪ I can't help this

♪ The meaning is clearer

♪ I can't help this

♪ But first it grows stronger

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't wait any longer

♪ I can't help this

♪ I'm starting to change now

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't feel the pain now

♪ I can't help this

♪ No thoughts of tomorrow

♪ I can't help this

♪ No remorse and no sorrow

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't

♪ No, I can't help this

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't help this

♪ The hour draws nearer

♪ I can't help this

♪ The meaning is clearer

♪ I can't help this

♪ But first it grows stronger

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't wait any longer

♪ I can't help this

♪ I'm starting to change now

♪ I can't help this

♪ I can't feel the pain now

♪ I can't help this

♪ No thoughts of tomorrow

♪ I can't help this

♪ No remorse and no sorrow