Letras
"You'll never make it out of here
alive." A slow trot and a look
back changes quickly into a full run.
An intimidating figure follows, with a distinctive bloodlust.
This town, these neighbors. Why here?
Frantically looking for shelter
in a peaceful, suburban backyard.
Try to hide in the shed
suppressing every peep while catching her breath.
"There's nowhere to hide."
Death's creeping, growing near.
"I've got tons of messy plans for you."
Through the fog his shadow emerges.
Hacking away at the door
splinters fall to the ground.
His machete gets lodged in the wood.
She pushes past him
rushing for the cellar.
"I've gotta get outta here,"
when she sees the hatchet hanging in front of her.
His heavy breathing nears.
She feels a burning weight
in the pit of her stomach.
"It's time to fuck some shit up."
One deft swing and it's over:
She hears his jaw crack
before he crashes to the ground.
She reaches and takes his mask off...