Serial Infanticide

look out - he follows you, follows gentle

took his might from your blood

guarded at your homedoor

as a child you felt his greed

behind stack and darkened doors - he could be

slipping in shadows on and on - he is teacherous

...is it an animal? dust over the bay

...is it him? Darkman behind the tree

now he got you - now you are wreck and slave!

no vanity fight - you feel the razor as it cuts your vein

this tower will kill you - the serial infanticide

covered with glory - blissful

only one look - you feel like a worm

you shrink, the door is closed - no escape

you shreak with pain

you have words - he is deaf

his eyes shine glowing fire

fight and pain is true real

drop-shaped blood you hardly feel

his black work like a shredder