You wake up alive Floor is covered with blood Hand is holding a knife Clearly something you’re not
You walk into the bath Someone dead is inside You have never seen death No exceptions tonight
So you open the door Look around look around and you go Maybe that was a whore Last thing you wanna know
Start running the stairs Downward spiral it seems Sirens scream – you don’t care Some planned all these schemes
There are noises outside The reception is full Someone says homicide Someone holds you as a fool
Kitchen’s sweating with men Walking through the backside Then you fade out again Out of focus you slide Cops are searching the floors Looking for the insane They are holding the doors All attempts are in vain
Hands are covered with blood You’ve been working with meat Turns out you have the gut The salvation to meet
Save yourself Run like hell Lay down low Never tell Underground After life Polish your Shiny knife
Escaping the horrors Forget all tomorrow And wipe all the sorrow The lifes you have borrowed You run out
(Killing spree Was clearly something you’re not Wash your guilt With the blood)