Mind set on one thing:
Flashing lights cause the scene
To play in almost slow motion.
My knife stabs and slashes
Those around me in this packed
Shithole called a dance club.
Loud music drowns out the screams,
The dancing confuses those
In a panic to get away.
The crowded room makes that
Giving me many more victims
To hack and slash before
Widespread panic infects them all.
Blood flies and mixes with the paint
That the so called DJ is throwing
The slick floor causes someone to
Trip over a body.
Well, one of the bodies.
The panic spreads.
No time for me to stop it,
Only time to enjoy killing more.
Now the rush sets in as people
Push and trample others
To make it to the closest exit.
A few quick stabs into someone's back,
A deep slice across the neck
Oh how fun it is to cause such
A beautiful mess of human life.
Bodies fall and bones break
As people rush the single
Door to the side of the stage.
Now who is the killer?
Innocent they are no longer.
A few more fall victim to my blade
As the strobe lights continue to flash
With a quick wipe of my shirt,
I drop the knife onto the floor
Next to a trampled body
And push my way out the door.
I put on my best scared and human face
As I see more flashing
Lights draw closer to the scene.