Oh if you look at him he is a sinner of time, And his sin was to be on the road for that night, Across the crystallized moon shining warm and bright, He just ended an innocent life from his knife, Know not his hunger or madness could it be, Know not the city made him for what he should not be, Behind the linen walls and the cashmere curtains, His crime is hidden from there he is no where to be forbidden, A Note Hanging on the top of my diary, An apocalypse of shadows, guns and warriors, On the radar helicopters and cops searching for a sinner, A sinner whose sin was unforgivable, He did not only murdered brutally, His hands all cold, bloody and his vicious smile, Hideous he is from days he is hunting, For a victim who could be easily flattered,
