Huddled in the corner not wanting to die
As the terror engulfs you, you begin to cry
He knows you're scared, he can smell the fear
The tension rises as he gets near

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The flash of steel as he draws his knife
Now panic takes over as you fight for your life
Kicking and punching with all your might
But he relishes the prospect of a good fight

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A cut to the arm and a slash to the face
The blood's flowing freely all over the place
The pleasure in his eyes is plain to see
There's nowhere in the world he would rather be

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Ask him the question and he'll tell you no lie
He's really enjoying watching you die
The excitement's too much as he goes over the top
Hacking at your body, he never wants to stop

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You feel the energy as it slowly drains
And the last piece of life trickles from your veins
Now the fun's over what can he do
The answers quite simple, just find someone new

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© A S May 1985