Day one, first victim
My first murder
No Guns, no ammo
Only my imagination
Barbed-Wire
Around your throat
Will show you
What it means to cry
Come the night
I will take you down
One moment
This kill will take one moment
As the spikes
Dive into your flesh
And my job
Will be over and done
I will tear you apart
When you least expect it
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