Part 1, Afternoon
I steal perfect dreams from you,
Blood on my hands, silent wake for a fool.
Morning comes, darkness fades into light.
A solemn prayer to the dreams of the night.
The look in your eyes, dark and void of the light.
The knife in my hand as I wait for the night.
Part 2, On the Run
We got the call at midnight.
The crime scene looked like something
out of a horror movie.
The killing had been vicious and cruel,
But he'd gotten careless this time.
We were getting closer.
Part 3, Evening
My soul condemned by the touch of your grave,
But time wears me down, it's the fear that I crave.
The look in your eyes, dark and void of the light,
The knife in my hand as I welcome the night.
I walk down empty stairs in the dark,
Waiting alone, silent prayer in my heart.
I hear them now, laughter echoes down below,
As they walk towards the door,
I can feel excitement grow.
I look down at the knife in my hand.
I feel the need, I see the fear inside them now.
I look in her eyes, dark and void of the light,
There's blood on my hands as I
Slip back into the night.
Part 4, Morning
The light of the day, the city alive,
But the hunger inside he knows will survive.