Psyke Project Dark Halls Red Floors
Waited for me he waited just for me
Didn't know what to do when he approached me
With all that hate in his eyes
I remember his dark t-shirt with a photo of a woman
Entangled in wires
Dark halls red floors
I was scared
I was scared of him
I saw his eyes
I saw the knife
I saw him come for me
Standing there in the dark hall
With an empty look in his eyes
From his wrists drops of blood was falling
and the floor was painted red
He pointed the knife at me screaming
Would you like to fight
No no no
Was my answer.
I hold my hand against my heart to feel alive
Never thought I should die like this.
