Night time has come

Another hunt has begun

Balls out, I’m like a loaded gun

You think you are a friend of mine

Can’t be with that lack of spine

My gun works fine



When I look at you I see

A dead man looking back at me



You’ve crossed the line one too many times



You smile at me

Not able to see

Easy to hide my twisted personality

I put you to sleep

And take a ride with the devil

My enemies will bleed



When I look at them I see

500 dead people looking back at me



They’ve crossed the line one too many times



Their pages are written

Their die is cast

Their books are closed

More heads for my collection



When I look at them I see

500 dead people looking back at me



They keep coming to me

I keep tracking them down