secluded
here in the dark
for tonight i'm waiting
waiting to come out
from the muderer's pocket
your sands of time run out. 

your death comes near
your blood i starve
soon when freed i'd go outside
to stab you countless times 
for he would use me 
and soon you'd hear music
your death's chime. 

tonight i'm waiting 
in the dark to go out
from the muderer's pocket
i'm wanting to come out
for he would take your life
upon his will 
and i would taste it 
your sweet flesh
your luscious meat. 

but stranger blame me not
why i hunger this
from my master's control
in his old practice 
i've hungered your death 
your innocense
your peace. 

once in the kitchen
now this is my home
in the muderer's pocket 
waiting for him
to kill.