Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Does it reflect you, and what could that mean?
Look into my soul, it's black and dead.
My twisted mind, my messed up head.
Anger boils inside of me.
Blindness, what I cannot see.
Rage tears me apart.
Now, the killing will have to start.
Insanity, craziness that I feel.
Bodies underneath my heel.
With a grin on my face, I look at you and begin the chase.
You run so fast, but cannot hide.
Wind in my hair, I continue to stride.
I look up and see there’s no one around,
You’ve now met your fate, six feet underground.
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