Walking the streets
in the middle of the night,
searching for prey
someone to bite.

Who is on my menu
this lovely eve,
A bum, a streetwalker,
both easy to deceive.

I hide in the shadows,
they don't see me around,
and they don't know nothing
until they hit the ground.

I myself have been called
by many names,
blood sucker, vampire,
Nosferatu, it's all the same.

The difference now
it is cool to be me,
no longer the hunted,
now I am free.

I cut the streets of
the garbage, the waste
of human life.
I get paid by the
government I'm
their hired knife.

No one sees me coming
until it's too late,
Most don't even care
they accept their deadly fate.

So if you feel a darkness,
and you're somewhere
you don't belong,
you better run hard,
you better pray strong.

I'll be right behind you,
smelling your blood,
hearing it pound,
wanting to taste the rud.

I cut the streets of
the garbage, the waste
of human life.
I get paid by the
government I'm
their hired knife.