Another cloud filled moonless night, A November breeze chills the air
In my hand a butcher knife, From the shadows I will appear
My mind it craves a violence, crimson red fills my dreams
My violence brings their silence, my opera is their screams

As a child, Alone I would sit
Me, myself and I
Nobody gave a shit
When this little boy arrived

Was not wild
Completely composed
Mothers only child
I was different... I suppose

Never kind words were spoken
By this despicable shameless world
Every promise made was broken
I despised all the boys and girls

Killed my first soul at the age of 8
Susie was her living name
It wasn’t pretty, I’m going to say
To me it was just a game

Another cloud filled moonless night, A November breeze chills the air
In my hand a butcher knife, From the shadows I will appear
My mind it craves a violence, crimson red fills my dreams
My violence brings their...