Woke up in the attic,

too much brain static,

noises going "thump" in night.

Quietly I'm creepin',

too much blood seepin',

hiding right in plain sight.

Too much blood seepin',

on the edge of a knife,

I can feel your pain ebb away.

You can't do a damn thing,

throat slashed can't scream,

what did you want to say?

Sirens are-a-blarin',

neighbors just-a-starin',

rotting corpses out on display.

Grass stained red,

a de-bodied head,

and 23 more on the next street.

Nothing can be done,

slash and kill and run,

praying that we will never meet.

Waiting in a basement,

victims being sent,

you're not prepared for this.

Killer lives inside,

you cannot hide,

Call me Dr. Jeckle Mr. Hyde.