I see them all, looking through my window the children are so happy.
The man has not come back to my window and now I am totally free.
I see the children in the moon light, they’re playing with their toys.
While parents neglect their own sight of their little girlies and boys.

Oh please someone help me.
I know not of my own vice.
This thing has taken over,
It is forcing the children’s demise.

I see the little child in the street now, he’s looking the other way.
Don’t need much to sneak up on that child, he doesn’t time to say.
There is nothing keeping me from the children, I am free to kill.
Their flesh has become my food, their life has become my will.

Oh Lord, someone help me
The creature has killed twice.
I cannot control it anymore.
Feels like my brain is in a vice.

Another child sitting in the basement, she looks oh so scared.
Her life is nothing sacred, life’s pain she will not bare.
Thirty children have met their maker, I plan to make it thirty-one.
I see the last and I take her, I rip her heart out just for fun.

Oh God, someone stop me
The hunger won’t suffice.
The creature has taken over.
It has become a doom’s day device.

Who is this now in my way? He is the savior!
He will perish with them. Of that are you sure?
A weapon he is raising. Our blood he means to let.
Loud noises are escaping. God bless the bullet.