The Rancid Horror of Who?

The horror The rancid horror It's glowing in your eyes The bloody mess of thoughts are pooring in your mind The criminal thats within you has come out to play With all the little children passing by You pick out a sertain one The one that is as old as you The one that is the prettiest You take her to that hay loft just to torture her To scare her Just to plunge a knife in her She screams in terror But no one hears her No one will come to her rescue And just remember that girls face when you slashed her throat The look of horror The look of terror And the look of fear And just remember who you saw Because the who you saw was me.