With hours to seconds, days to years… My time grows short, as did yours.
My friend the shadows, you cannot see what is not there.
Each night I hunt, I stalk my pray.
One life substitutes for a few more days.
This blood I carry… that's not me, at least that's what I'll try to say.
No pain no tears no way to know what those above, will have in store.
No way no cares, what lies below. It shouldn't matter I made `my` choice.
Who gives a damn what I was told.
It was my choice; let those who say what's right and wrong.