Hey There Mr. Brooks (feat. Shawn Milke of Alesana)

Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returns

I told myself I was done for good

All the memories of all the pictures burned

I see them dancing, my heart begins to pound

I didn't make a sound

They didn't see me coming

The lights are left on

The curtains left wide

One scream, it's over

I lay them side by side, side by side

Holding each other

I'll be there in the morning

With a smile on my face

I'll be there in the morning

To start it all again

Boy you caught me red handed

You've got no fucking clue what you just got yourself into

Panic runs down your leg, seeing me kill again

You just got yourself caught and you don't even know it

On the drive you get the rush and pull the gun on me

We make the stop, it's time to be set free

Oh, the bullet's gone

I take this spade, I slit your throat

You fall into your grave, I cover up my tracks, I'm done

I won't kill again, I said that's it, I'm done

I'll be there in the morning

With a smile on my face

I'll be there in the morning

To start it all again

No, she's daddy's little girl

She wasn't meant to be another me

But it's the scissors to my throat

To my fucking throat

No, she's daddy's little girl

She wasn't meant to be another me

But it's the scissors to my throat

To my fucking throat