Watching crime scenes play out on the television
Imagining what I would have done
Seeing the stupid mistakes
Mistakes I wouldn't have made
Seeing the blood drain out the life
Craving for that release of the emotion
It's hidden so well
No one would see the lust for blood
The secret behind the innocent looking eyes
Starting to play sick mind games
Seeing everything as a potential weapon
Knowing that if you got the chance
You could either preserve a life
Or take one