"The death sentence," said the judge calmly ten years ago this day.
My father whispered in my ear so softly, "dear boy these men will pay."
The doctor and his son, oh father what have you done?
There's a dead man and he roams the streets at night-- playing eye-for-eye 'neath the pale moon light.
I nearly choked when I saw the headlines: "judge murdered killer on the loose"
Could the killer really walk among us?
Could my father have escaped the noose?
Is this a dream this can't be real? My father's wishes fuller than the moon
A good doctor wrongly sentenced, a dead father returns too soon
The doctor and his son, oh father what have we done?
There's a dead man and he leaves his grave at night-- playing eye-for-eye 'neath the pale moon light.
Killer on the loose
Read men's vengence, rise from the grave
Hypnotized (these men will pay)
Hypnotized (these men will pay)
Hypnotized (these men will pay)
Hypnotized
Rest in peace father, no need to wake, I hear your wish today
Closer than the day you first spoke it, closer now, closer now
I'm a man man, of the doctor's will to fight back from beyond the grave
Possessed to do what's right
I'm a mad man