You Walk The Streets Not Knowing,
I’m Waiting In The Dark.
The Lights Show Very Little,
And You Cant Hear My Heart.
Thats Pounding Out A Rhythm,
Almost Counting Down.
The Seconds On Earth That You Have Left,
Its Such A Frightening Sound.
You’ll Scream For One To Save You,
Begging Under Breath.
I Get Chills Hair Stands On End,
Each Time That I Bring Death.
I’ll Take With Me A Present,
Just To Show I Care.
A Taste Of Blood,
A Little Skin.
And Just A Lock Of Hair.
I’ll Keep Them Yes Forever,
A Remembrance Of Your Face.
Then Find Another Place To Hide,
Inside A Darkened Space