3/4 Angelina

He hides in the long grass.
Waitin' for you.
With his stolen kitchen knife,
To give you a cut or two.
Everythin' is so tight,
It’s all closin' in tonight.
At the crossroads of your life,
Here tonight.
¾ Angelina x 2
Everything switches to red,
There’s something wrong inside his head.
Too much electricity tonight,
The mask is pulled too tight.
There’s an empty cell,
In the local psycho ward.
Two gaolers lie dead,
Strangled with electrical cord.
He’s cuttin', yeah he’s cuttin'
You’re now less than you were,
But now his heart is pure.