Στοίχοι: Asking Alexandria. Hey There Mr. Brooks.

(feat. Shawn Milke)

Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returns
I told myself I was done for good
All the memories of all the pictures burned
I see them dancing
My heart begins to pound

I didn't make a sound
They didn't see me coming
The lights are left on
The curtains left wide

One scream it's over
I lay them side by side
Holding each other

I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my face
I'll be there in the morning to start it all again

Boy you caught me red handed
You've got no fucking clue what you just got yourself into
Panic runs down your leg, seeing me kill again
You just got yourself caught and you don't even know it
On the drive you get the rush and pull the gun on me
We make the stop, it's time to be set free

Oh, the bullets gone
I take the spade I slit your throat
You fall into your grave I cover up my tracks I'm done
I won't kill again
I said that's it I'm done

I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my face
I'll be there in the morning to start it all again

No she's
Daddy's little girl
She wasn't meant to be another me
But it's the scissors to my fucking throat

No she's
Daddy's little girl
She wasn't meant to be another me
But it's the scissors to my fucking throat

(Thanks to Asking Alexandria for these lyrics)