The moonlight lights my narrow path
As we admit that the man needs to be dead
At his house, there will be a blood bath
To the dogs, his remains will be fed
I sneak into his house, midnight it is
Quiet I am, he shouldn't be awoke
I find something to use, a knife that is his
Ready to kill, you thought this was a joke?
I bring the knife down into his disgusting heart
His eyes shoot open, filled with shock
His blood splattered everywhere, it's like a work of art
Then on the door I hear a knock
I leave the man, he's as good as dead
Through the cracked window, I try to flee
Until I hear a bullet, it went through my head
I should hav