Blade cuts watch the blood drip down
Down in depression wearing this frown
Frown on the inside but outside a smile
Smile while I walk this lonely mile
Mile I walk carrying this pack of stone
Stone I carry by myself and all alone
Alone while in the crowded place
Place of despar without a face
Walking down the darkend streets
Shadows following at my feet
Threatening with thier awkward stance
I see themloom and reach with every glance
Stalking me down they feed my fear
Ready to strike they hiss a devilish sneer.