Guess who I am
Your worst kind of pain
Take my sad feelings
And put them in your meaning
Just like a serial killer, practicing the death
Smashing dreams and emotions
Eating eyes and ears
Absolute phobia for the rest of my life
Guess who I am
Your worst kind of pain
Tired but angry
Holding your life
Your side the scare, my side a knife
While they try to find me
I am looking for another victim, laughing at your authority
Enjoying the victory