You wake up alive
Floor is covered with blood
Hand is holding a knife
Clearly something you’re not
You walk into the bath
Someone dead is inside
You have never seen death
No exceptions tonight
So you open the door
Look around look around and you go
Maybe that was a whore
Last thing you wanna know
Start running the stairs
Downward spiral it seems
Sirens scream – you don’t care
Some planned all these schemes
There are noises outside
The reception is full
Someone says homicide
Someone holds you as a fool
Kitchen’s sweating with men
Walking through the backside
Then you fade out again
Out of focus you slide
Cops are searching the floors
Looking for the insane
They are holding the doors
All attempts are in vain
Hands are covered with blood
You’ve been working with meat
Turns out you have the gut
The salvation to meet
Save yourself
Run like hell
Lay down low
Never tell
Underground
After life
Polish your
Shiny knife
Escaping the horrors
Forget all tomorrow
And wipe all the sorrow
The lifes you have borrowed
You run out
(Killing spree
Was clearly something you’re not
Wash your guilt
With the blood)
