Murderers, psychopaths,
It's just a title.
Don't deny you've felt those feelings
The feelings to kill
To mutilate
To annihilate
To deprive of life
To cause death
To defeat
To destroy
To consume.
If you are reading this with others
You are going to deny it
But by yourself
Alone at night
You are going to become it.
That man that held the door open for you
The one who said 'good day'
He's got those feelings,
The ones to slaughter and slay
The woman you cut off
On your way to work
She's got those feelings
And in the shadows she will lurk.
And if you deny these feelings
You better watch out
Because the man outside your door,
Murder is what he's about.
And the woman in the shadows
That watches you at night
She's coming after you
Better put up a fight.
