Fish: I want to meet you and want to eat you. The taste of your flesh on my tongue, it feels like ecstasy. Your limbs all boiled in a pot, I'll eat them while they're hot. I guess it's bad luck that you ended up with friends like me. You think that this is just a dream, but it's all real - every word you scream. Remove your dresses, cut off your tresses, Won't leave a single bit of you. Won't let you run from me. Eat you in nine days, I'll eat you nine ways. The greatest tasting girl I'd ever eat in NYC. Your flesh and blood is all I want. Your darkest dreams I'll always haunt. Guardian: Don't you go into the flower bed. You'll pick wild flowers while he secretly prepares your death. This may be a feast, but there's no more time for saying grace because it's time for you to leave. Farewell, Grace Budd. Fish: I took all my clothes off, took all her clothes off. I didn't want my clothes to be stained with her blood. I choked her to death and I cut her to pieces. All I had that night was a little Grace Budd. She kicked me. She bit me. She even tried to hit me. Nothing could've stopped me. I was ready to get me a slab of her ass that I'd throw in the oven. I was going to give my tummy some good, good lovin'. Albert's friend: So if you want an epic meal time, you will love the taste. And don't forget where the sun don't shine. Don't let it go to waste. Fish: You, I'll live in sin. I won't back down till you put me in the looney bin. So you think I'm mad? At least I'm honest. Can you say the same about yourself?

GW: You're a soldier in this army. You're a man without a voice. You will do all that we tell you. Don't pretend you've got a choice. You've been taking orders from a man whose face you've never seen. Your whole life's a simulation. Can't you see past the smoke screen? Solidus: You can block your childhood out. But what do you have left? A worthless little lab rat for government experiments. GW: Just take your best shot and show us what we can do. But don't you ever tell yourself that we really needed you. Raiden: I am the lightning. I am not a snake. My life's the risk that you were going to take to find out I'm not what you want me to be. What kind of Patriot does such a thing? What kind of good to us do all you bring? I may have changed but can't you see inside I'm still me? GW: We know about your past. We know what you've done. A psychotic little killer with a blade and a gun. You think you've got a purpose, you think you've got a soul, but your life is predetermined; you're in their control. Raiden: I may be alone, but I'm not a clone. Oh, for shame! You Sons of Liberty, give me my liberty! I am the lightning. I am not a snake. My life's the risk that you were going to take to find out I'm not what you want me to be. What kind of Patriot does such a thing? What kind of good to us do all you bring? I may have changed but can't you see inside I'm still me?

So many memories stuck in my mind. I see the universe I left behind. Faces I knew before haunting my dreams - There’s just no way I can avoid them, it seems! Shaking on the floor, The medics carried me out the door. Nobody took a second glance at me. What do you see? Or do you even care? Why can’t I seem to just push it away? It’s time for me to release this cold painful misery. It’s tough. Why do I have to take all these pills to put those shakes away? It sucks. Why won’t the sun just come out and defend me instead of leaving me be? I couldn’t use their help; it wasn’t good enough, ‘cause what I needed was somebody to hold me. I couldn’t use their help; it wasn’t strong enough, So there I lay and shook till they cried. Let me down. That’s all they did to me. All they did was let me down. Get me out of this town. My will is all I need, that’s all. My will is all I need, that’s all. No longer will I be in your thrall.

My eyes have been pulled out by a panda. My eyes have been pulled out by a panda, gouged out like potatoes from infertile soil. I've got a problem: a monster cloud. It's not coming out. It's not coming out! I've got a problem: a monster cloud. It's not coming out. It's not coming out! No matter what you do, you can't push it out - it won't listen to you! I swear there's no way you can change its mind. But if you're lucky, you'll find it will seep down the pipeline. Sitting in a marble circle or cold ceramic portal hole. Wash them down the pipelines as they purify and terrify my soul. My eyes have been pulled out by a panda. My hardened feces getting stuck like Santa in a chimney. Gotta pay the price for eating like a tiger but never eating fiber. I've been sitting here for hours now. My body's running out of power now. With just one push, I'll get it out my tush, and then I'll celebrate and wipe the sweat from my brow. No matter what you do, you can't push it out - it won't listen to you. I swear there's no way you can change its mind. But if you're lucky, you'll find it will seep down the pipeline. The darkened openings, the darkest openings, they close! They close right after The Extrusion: The extrusion of the bad guys, worthless things that we don't need. We don't need.