Fifteen years ago it was a busy place
Until the gruesome crime kept the people away
A teenager murdered, stuffed in an air duct
His body discovered after weeks of decay
A night watchman stabbed, his limbs severed
A public suicide by gasoline and fire
Was it human revenge or an act of protest
Or was it the ghost of the angry dead?
Now no one walks through the dismal corridors
Rows upon rows of abandoned shops
Footsteps echo through the darkened hallways
An air of loneliness, despair and dread
The Lights buzz loudly, turn on and off
Rats gnawing on electrical wires
Feeling disoriented, lost in an empty void
Always sensing someone behind you
A few brave souls dare to step inside
Though danger lurks in these unhallowed halls
Waiting in the dark are the restless dead
Seeking vengeance for untimely d**h