Call off the dogs, pull back the search I found him over here turning into dirt This is one sick fuck we got on our hands now I gotta get my friends and get them out of town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O. If they knew I killed this monster I'd be joining them in hell soon
I've got this feeling in my gut I can't let go of All signs point right to where you are I can't control it Now you're onto me and if it has to be you or me Then it sure as hell won't be me found six feet down