Lyrics

His mind is shattered
White skin crusted brown
Living in rags
Screaming in downtown

With a ceaseless vision
For his pleasure
Metal brandished in
Psychotic Leisure

Don’t let him out of your sight
He closes distance with a knife
There’s no talking him down
What is left won’t be found

To get what he needs
He’ll do anything
And he wants more than
Anything your cash can bring

Near invisible
Through poverty
He moves through the alley
Hunting openly

Don’t let him out of your sight
He closes distance with a knife
There’s no talking him down
What is left won’t be found

He loved it during the war
There’s no question he’ll get more
Just a little slip at night
Is all he needs to end your life