Across the night, a shadow
Between the trees, he beholds
Just run away, don’t think twice
A razor’s edge colder than ice…
Searching, hunting, killing… Now you’re trembling
His shadow’s on your back !
Kill to see, their fears shine in their eyes
Kill to feel your fears burning inside
Guilty for just not being like you
Guilty fot just not thinking like you
Now, his knife butchers your guts
Your blood flow out down the street…
Auteur : Manu MARTINEZ
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