Stalking the shadows in search for a dream
The dream of neon-nightmares
From your guns they feed
A target selected
Coming up from behind
Now the light of the city
It triggers his mind
Behind corners lies the judgment so unkind
A target selected
Left is a body undead
So face it
No one knows the one who dies
It's never to be told
Spinal chill, fire at will
A will for more, printed to the core
Left is a body undead
The dawn approaches, it's k**ing his lust
Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes
Every second you're away, he's falling
When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning
And as the shadow k**s the light I'm burning
But the world won't stop, it keeps turning