Slaughtered mess on my front porch
Dead neighbor screaming
A faceless child in the street
A funeral for every morning Awoken in a puddle of blood
Naked and confused
It isnt his blood, it isnt her blood
He is the k**er, the wolf Not a man!
A wretched thing There is nowhere in the night
To search for blood,
To live my wretchedness,
To craft my k**ings,
To live a life of torment