Fear in your eyes,
I listen to your cries.
You also keep scratching on all the walls,
while I put on my bloody overalls.

As I sharpen my knife,
you say good bye to your wife.
I lick my lips,
and swing my hips.

To your cries I dance,
as I do my stance.
Don't know where to start,
so I'll just throw a dart.

Your chest it is,
yes this means biz.
I very slowly cut,
then your wound I shut.

Can't have you dying yet,
and that is what you fret.
Your feet come after,
my evil laughter.

I rip out your nails,
without any fails.
Your screams so thrilling,
my grins so chilling.

Can't get enough of this,...