Slowly the killer walks up to me
Black eyes and slow grin
Begins to question me
Into the eyes I see nothing

Into the streets I smell fear
Slowly the black eyes widen
Some sort of darkness within your fear
The sharp pains sting a way

Into your heart
the killer goes
Slowly the heartbeats rose
When you dig your own grave

Some sort of light within the darkness
Some sort of better place to go
Oh how we will never know
So strange how some of us never know

What tomorrow feels like
The rain onto your face
The lace lips upon your frame
Tomorrows lonely word