This knife in my hand
It's just a fake
The girl that just died
In a moment will wake
This murderous hunt
Is simply a game
And I'm not to blame
I can't be to blame.

The fear in her eye
Was just for pretend
The blood on that knife
Was only a blend
Of ketchup and water
None of it's real
The lights on that cop car
Or the siren's squeal.

I'm running so fast
But I'm just playing the game
The cops behind me
Are doing the same.
I didn't just kill a man
He'll wake very soon.
It's not his blood on my hand
That I spilled for you.

It wasn't revenge
It was only pretend
The gun at my temple
True it's the end,
But just of the story
Just of the game.
I'll pull the trigger
But I'm not to blame.