October Tide

I, the stalker
The dagger behind your back
Days are turning darker
We follow you on every path
Fear are growing in the eyes of the underdog
For each day we increase the obstacles
Pushing you down again and again
To determinate the limits
The mind have become so twisted
I am saving myself by hurting the others
The anxiety and the sympathy
Are scanning my spiteful conscience
I, the leader
Scars been given