“Look over your shoulder…”
A familiar voice softly says,
I won’t. I’d rather be taken by surprise.
Maybe my reactions would make some sense.
I won’t relive this nightmare. I can’t.
Go ahead, tell him where I live,
Maybe he won’t survive it this time…
COME AT ME!
I have the axe in my hand, it’s gonna hit home.
I won’t let him survive this time.
No more torture. No more pain from his shit.
I’ll be free, the ones I love will be with me.
Go ahead, try to find me.
You won’t survive this time.