Twenty-five souls sacrificed Discarded, left behind My sadistic nature Bleeds through my skin like pride Manhunt is on, I'm on the run Fugitive at large
I am Swat team arrives and apprehends me Incarcerated, sentenced to die Seventy-eight steps, to the green door Nervous I sweat, the tan room awaits Guard opens up, one chair inside The electrician decides my fate Seventy-eight steps, to the green door Nervous I sweat, the tan room awaits Guard opens up, one chair inside The electrician decides my fate