A faint singing can be heard from behind a bedroom door, accompanied by a guitar.
"Show me how to lie, you’re getting better all the time
and turning all against one is an art that’s hard to teach.
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd
and as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet.”
The door opened and Daryan smirked, strapping on his own guitar. That gruff voice harmonizing into Klavier’s own as he picked up right where they sang.
"Now dance, fucker, dance,
Man he never had a chance
And no one even knew it was really only you”
Looking at Daryan while he sang, a wide smile appeared on his face, and he played his own instrument with a little more vigor.
"And now you steeeal awaaay,
taaake him ooout to plaaay,
niiice wooork you diiid,
you’re gonna go faaar, kiiid.”