Belly Of The Beast You Walk this Earth Without a Heart You Tear the Innocent′s Soul Apart You Shovel Your Conscience into the Grave You Walk this Earth Without a Heart Your Uniform Couldn′t Be Taken off A Tattoo Burned into Your Flesh Your Mind, Your Voice These Are Your Instruments of Death How Could You Dare to Be So Bold You Only Did as You Were Told Marionettes Dancing in Time To the Apologetic Lines For All the Monsters of Our Time Who Is Evil, Who Is Blind? In the Name of Who You′ll Find A City of Souls Dying for Peace Welcome to the Belly of the Beast One Mind, One Voice Welcome to the...

When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta. Happiness, of course, is a complete absurdity at this point, since at the rate things are going, I'll be dead in a day. And that's the best-case scenario, if I'm able to eliminate the rest of the field, including myself, and get Peeta crowned as the winner of the Quarter Quell. Still, the sensation's so unexpected and sweet I cling to it, if only for a few moments. Before the gritty sand, the hot sun, and my itching skin demand a return to reality...