• Riddle me this, riddle me that
    There's still time my dear until all your blood you have spat
    Tick tock, tick tock
    Do you hear the death clock?
    In running away there's no use
    Either way you'll die with all the pain and abuse
    Atleast let me end this
    And allow you to steal from the Archangel a kiss
    Run, hide, be safe you can't
    I will always sense your every pant
    Heal all the wounds, clean all the blood
    There's no possible way you could
    I can always find you by noise, sight and smell
    I'm an animal from dementia, can't you tell?