Help me!
Help me!
Oh, no, no....
The purple haze from the burning tower is blowing towards you. There must be some kind of way outta here, you think to yourself. In the distance a train whistle sounds.
Help me!
Help me!
Oh, no, no....
The purple haze from the burning tower is blowing towards you. There must be some kind of way outta here, you think to yourself. In the distance a train whistle sounds.