Fear - Cursed Earth, Matt Honeycutt

Look into my eyes

Come on don’t look away

Words are pointless here

Guaranteed you’ll slip away, Bitch

As the world revolves

You can try and run but now

But someday I’ll catch up

One day you will fuck up

Eyes on you

Whisper gentle death

All the days

Just hope your hands don’t lose

I planned a slaughter

Cause I’m coming to find you

I’ve got nothing to leave

And nothing to lose

I welcome you, boy

To my house of fucking cards

The king’s hunting the joker

The end game is here

I smell fear

I taste sweat

Closing in, I wait

Found you, you little rat fuck

Now Die