The Voices

THE VOICES

HE SITS UPON HIS BED AT NIGHT
LOOKING AT THE STARS SO BRIGHT
IN HIS MIND HE HEARS THEM TALKING
TELLING HIM HOW TO DO HIS STALKING

THE VOICES ARE A PART OF HIM
NOW THEY ALMOST FEEL LIKE KIN
THEY'VE BEEN WITH HIM FOR SO LONG
HE CAN'T TELL THAT SOMETHING'S WRONG

HIS MIND'S DISEASED HAS ALWAYS BEEN
NO ONE HAS NOTICED HAS NEVER SEEN
FOR HE HIDES HIS SECRET WELL
OF THE VOICES NO ONE CAN TELL

'OUT YOU GO' THEY TELL HIM NOW
'IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO START TO PROWL'
OUT INTO THE SHADOWY NIGHT
UPON SOMEONE HE'LL FORCE HIS MIGHT

OFF HE CREEPS EYES DARTING ROUND
KEEPING VERY CLOSE TO THE GROUND
DOESN'T WANT TO BE SEEN
WOULD SPOIL THE WONDROUS BLOODY SCENE

HE'S HAD IT PLANNED FOR ALL TIME
WORKING IT OUT WITHIN HIS MIND
HE LISTENED CAREFULLY TO THE VOICES
PROVIDING HIM WITH MANY CHOICES

A LONE WOMAN HE WOULD FIND
GRIP HER STRONGLY FROM BEHIND
COVER HER MOUTH TO KEEP HER SILENT
SHE'LL NEVER SEE HER ASSAILANT

HE SPOTS HER NOW OFF TO HIS RIGHT
HIS EVIL EYES SHINING BRIGHT
HE FEELS THE EXCITEMENT BUILD INSIDE
HE KNOWS THE VOICES WILL SHOW PRIDE

WITH GREAT STEALTH HE STARTS TOWARDS HER
MOVING QUICKLY DOESN'T FALTER
BEFORE SHE KNOWS WHAT'S GOING DOWN
THE EVIL ONE HAS HER TO THE GROUND

A KNIFE HE BRINGS OUT OF HIS POCKET
PULLS HER HEAD BACK HE HAS LOCKED IT
SHE CANNOT MOVE SHE CANNOT SCREAM
SHE THINKS IT IS A TERRIBLE DREAM

THE KNIFE HE BRINGS UP TO HER THROAT
HOLDS IT THERE WHILE HE GLOATS
HE IS SAVOURING EVERY MOMENT
OF THIS WOMAN'S TIME OF TORMENT

WITH THE KNIFE HE PUTS ON PRESSURE
THE KNIFE GLIDES DEEPLY STRAIGHT ACROSS HER
THE MADMAN SMILES WITH BLACKENED TEETH
AT THE WOMAN HE HOLDS BENEATH

AS HER LIFE'S BLOOD QUICKLY LEAVES HER
HE SHAKES AS THOUGH HE'S IN A FEVER
HIS EXCITEMENT FEELS SO GOOD
HE WANTS TO SPILL MUCH MORE BLOOD