Evil on the mind and blood splatter in the air 
Lying on the pavement beating in despair 
 [bad word] were the blows as they battered and impaired 
He was shown no sympathy and he wouldn't be spared 
And all the townspeople were gathered and stood there 
Watched the punishment get delivered with no care 
But when he looked around at the faces that all stared 
He saw his own face, that's when he became scared 

Greet the menace 

He awoke from the clock tower chime 
Heart thud like a cannon on the line 
Vivid echoes of the dream on his mind 
This week the 3rd of its kind 
Now his bottles of meds will conceal 
But wounds left open are harder to be healed 
And though some case files are better if left sealed 
Unless he take them pills insomnia won't yield 
Well no rest for the wicked 
Such is the [bad word] of a life with no limit 
Ghosts of the past always tend to revisit 
And rarely will [bad word] bearing gifts of forgiveness 
And from the streets to the wars, so much violence he made 
As he grew in age he began to follow different ways 
Hounded by the haunted memories from the days that 
He was detrimental, man he wished that he could change that 
But one can never really leave what's behind 
You can't undo the fate you've designed 
Cover up the tracks and bloodhounds will find 
Cuz all debts owed get paid in due time 

Evil on the mind and blood splatter in the air 
Gag in his mouth he was strapped to a chair 
Hood on his head when lifted a face stared 
He was looking at himself, that's when he became scared 
 [bad word] were the blows that battered and impaired 
Fading from the world and beaten to despair 
Beyond all hope and clinging to one prayer 
Let him soon pass out from the pain and be spared 

But the pain [bad word] 
Weak from the rivers of blood that [bad word] 
And fain from the image uncovered in front of him 
He knew it, the angel of death he'd confronted 
Aint no mercy in that [bad word] 
Foot to his chest it tipped his chair back 
Cuz this tormentor was eager to give more 
Put a cloth to his face, to follow the water poured 

Then he awoke with a cough and a heave 
His heart pound like cannons in mid siege 
Vivid echoes of his terrified screams 
Guess nothing ever just is what it seems 
Then he noticed his clothes were soaked clean 
Sheets on his bed were drenched to extreme 
But this time around he knew it was no dream 
From the smell he could tell he was covered in gasoline 
And in the corner by the door was a man 
Cloaked in the shadow with a cigarette in hand 
With no words spoken and motive and clear plan 
Well all's fair and karma's a [bad word]  law of the land 
Till then he had averted but with homicide certain 
And that guilt inside him hurting, he concluded with the verdict 
If this is what it takes to serve as my life's penance 
Bring on that inferno, I'm ready to greet the menace 

Evil on the mind and burnt skin in the air 
Smoke fill his lungs as he breathe in despair 
Devil on his shoulder in snickered with no care 
This a one way journey without hope or a prayer 
Fading from the world and thinking don't be scared 
Let it all go, get ready be prepared 
As he looked through he blaze at the body that stood there 
He saw his own self in them eyes that just glared