Walking at night
I hear footsteps behind
And a shadow getting near
But I can’t see anything

I start to pray
For God’s sake
I’m just passing by
I don’t wanna die

His eyes are empty
With no sympathy
And no compassion
Preparing for the action

He kills just for fun
And he’s not the only one
He doesn’t stop until
Fine he feels

Just one more number to share
No one seems to care
Violence no more scare
Seems to be fare

And it smell like blood again
Anxiety all over his veins
A smile in each scream
It’s all a pleasure for him

I see blood all over me
With all this dead meat
I can feel slashed by his knife
While I hear my lacerating body