When I see your face
Thoughts of death dance through my mind
Public humiliation
Not enough to satisfy
My interest in your every move
Grows everyday
Stalking you from a distance
Pulse begins to race
The punishment didn't fit your crime
I'll be the one to make this right
No care for the consequences
I wait outside to strike
Waiting for this moment
Everything's in order
You'll be forced like your victims
Embrace my torture
The desire for your death grows stronger
I can't control this urge to kill
