Entering the house of mad man
You never know what’s at hand
Screams and voices heard in the hall
Mad man’s curse gets us all

As I listen through the walls
Can’t resist their desperate calls
Looking through some stained glass
Remembered the site throughout the night

Sitting on an empty floor
Looking through an unseen door
Making circles in his hand
Like a child will make in sand

As I look into his eyes
I can see the pain inside
No regrets for what he’s done

Torn to pieces, torn inside
Thirty years have come and gone
There’s no healing for what he’s done.
Still a killer deep inside
As I close these doors to hell
I realize there’s much to tell

So when you lurk
These man made streets
Don’t forget the words I speak
Murder, terror, gangs and guns
Make these gates of hell undone