When I see your face Thoughts of death dance through my mind Public humiliation Not enough to satisfy My interest in your every move Grows everyday Stalking you from a distance Pulse begins to race The punishment didn't fit your crime I'll be the one to make this right No care for the consequences I wait outside to strike Waiting for this moment Everything's in order You'll be forced like your victims Embrace my torture The desire for your death grows stronger I can't control this urge to kill