We know who you are.
We know who you are.
We know who you are.
We know who you are.

It's no use running. We know who you are. Your entire life has been a mathematical error. A mathematical error I am about to correct.

Do you really think you can escape?

I mean, seriously know. Escape yourself? You should just lie in front of a car, or slash your wrists. Trust me, it'll be a lot less painful that doing what you think you're doing.