The treatment

These demons in my head only come out at night
When the sun goes down darkness consumes my life
I walk these streets alone shadows my only friends
Each corner that I turn could lead to my end

Strange sounds in all directions
white knuckle on my weapon
I take one look around
Too late to stop this now

I'll play the killer
You'll be the victim
We'll use your blood to paint the town red

This feeling in my soul when I go out at night
Keeps me on my guard it keeps my footsteps light
I hate to be alone I fear I've been condemned
If I don't watch my back tonight could be my end

I feel so alive when I'm loving you to death

The dead will rise...