Long and dark corridors
A medical wing
Flickering fluorescent lights
And a man with a ring
Dressed all in black
Familiar scars
Passing windowed rooms
Reflecting faint fluorescent stars
Broken glass under boots
Mirroring the light
Whilst this man keeps moving forward
A wraith of the night
Steel-framed door
And a birthday passcode
2-1-0-9 and he's in
No light and all shadow
Just a window for a wall
And a Butchering freak
Bladed or blunted weapons
Bloodlust and fresh meat
Tied up are the innocent
Power to the psychopath
If there's one thing to be known
That son of a ***** makes pain last
A torturous death causing
A tortured souls' song
In the throes of insanity
The Butcher sings along
And this doppelgänger of me
He quietly stands
Calmly watching friends die
As I clench my own hands
He may look like me
But that's where it ends
I'd give the world to save them all
But clearly Nightmares don't care
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Long and dark corridors
A medical wing
Flickering fluorescent lights
And a man with a ring
Dressed all in black
Familiar scars
Passing windowed rooms
Reflecting faint fluorescent stars
Broken glass under boots
Mirroring the light
Whilst this man keeps moving forward
A wraith of the night
Steel-framed door
And a birthday passcode
2-1-0-9 and he's in
No light and all shadow
Just a window for a wall
And a Butchering freak
Bladed or blunted weapons
Bloodlust and fresh meat
Tied up are the innocent
Power to the psychopath
If there's one thing to be known
That son of a ***** makes pain last
A torturous death causing
A tortured souls' song
In the throes of insanity
The Butcher sings along
And this doppelgänger of me
He quietly stands
Calmly watching friends die
As I clench my own hands
He may look like me
But that's where it ends
I'd give the world to save them all
But clearly Nightmares don't care
true story. I used to have nightmares of my friends being tortured to death and being unable to do anything. ask my friend Georgia about that one
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