[Verse 1]
In the shadows where the light can't creep,
(The door creaks open) and darkness starts to seep.
A gaze as cold as steel, as sharp as a knife,
(I pen my memoirs) a tale of twisted life.
[Chorus]
Blood on the pages, like ink it flows,
(Every scar a story) every wound it shows.
Through the screams, through the fear, I tread,
(In the memoirs of a killer) I find my thread.
[Verse 2]
Through the shadows where lost souls wander,
(I gather their fears) a trophy to ponder.
Hearts beat in rhythm, like a clock's cruel tick,
(I’m the artist) and life is my canvas of sick.
[Chorus]
Blood on the pages, like ink it flows,
(Every scar a story) every wound it shows.
Through the screams, through the fear, I tread,...