Candy from a Madman - Wrathchild America

Step under the streetlight let me see your face

There’s a madman loose in this neighborhood

He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste

Carries a knife, carries a gun

Run for your, life 'cause he’s having fun

Life to him is a four-letter word

So hold your mother’s hand and hide your eyes

He talks to his own reflection

Laughs at his dirty thoughts

He’s a student of his own philosophy

He applies what he’s been taught

So he licks his lips

Pulls his fingers through his hair

Doesn’t have a reason

'Cause he doesn’t have a care

It’s one man’s world and he’s in charge

As far as he’s concerned you’re better off dead

Don’t take candy from a madman

Don’t look too deep into his eyes

Don’t take candy from a madman

Sweet bait always lies

It’s the coldness of his blade

Deadly power of his blow

Dripping blood from wounded flesh

Insanity starts to flow

Twisted thoughts inside his head

Make it easier to kill

Fear entangled in his mind

But show it never will

Don’t take candy from a madman

Don’t look too deep into his eyes

Don’t take candy from a madman

Sweet bait always lies

As he dances with his shadow

As he feverishly grins

As he buttons up his jacket

With cold and icy hands

As he sharpens up his blade

As he laughs about his pain

As he wipes his runny nose

As he walks into your room

Goodnight