Massacre

M eet the killer, he's here to stay
A nchor on his arm, he's satan's by day
S oon after dark, he'll creep up behind
A nd bury your body somewhere no-one will find
C reeping around just like the plaugue
R emeber his intentions are so very vague
E ven if you run far away he know's where to look

Tomorrow he'll get you, he's following you in his truck

MASSACRE