Texty: Every Bridge Burned. Other. In The Heat Of The Night.

It starts innocently
a walk late at night
he moves in closely
you won't be prepared for the worst
just look
just look straight forward
denial
is setting in
gaining attention
he has got you
under control
the passersby
count your blessings
what do you have
to live for?
figures in reflection
reflection
let me haunt you
with these words
i'll be back
yes I'll be back
yours in murder
mr. monster
honor thy father
he creeps up on you
you will walk so swiftly
to keep apart
he'll grasp your hand
so tightly into his
you won't see this
hesitation
is overwhelming
don't be hurried
everything is
fine
you're overreacting
don't be scared
don't look frightened
your last thoughts
loss of control
don't be scared
don't look frightened
your last thoughts
loss of control
loss of control
loss of control