• Stalking like she’s pray
    The materialism fades
    He no longer wants her to love him
    But to have the drink beneath her skin
    He has had his fill of this game
    And ready for the time
    If he can’t have her anymore
    Then she must die
    It all makes sense in his eyes
    His twisted mind
    Tonight will be the night
    That an innocent will die
    Slowly snaking through the halls
    Looking at every picture he passes by
    The third door on the left
    The one next to the butterfly
    He knows what he must do
    As he takes the knife
    And runs it up her arm and down her side
    Waiting for her to die
    She takes one last breath
    And he plunges it into her heart
    Tonight was the night
    The night an innocent died