Candy From A Madman
Step under the streetlight let me see your face
There's a madman loose in this neighborhood
He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste
Carries a knife, carries a gun
Run for your, life 'cause he's having fun
Life to him is a four-letter word
So hold your mother's hand and hide your eyes
He talks to his own reflection
Laughs at his dirty thoughts
He's a student of his own philosophy
He applies what he's been taught
So he licks his lips
Pulls his fingers through his air
Doesn't have a reason
'Cause he doesn't have a care
It's one man's world and he's in charge
As far as he's concerned you're better off dead
Don't take candy from a madman
Don't look too deep into his eyes
Don't take candy from a madman
Sweet bait always lies
It's the coldness of his blade
Deadly power of his blow
Dripping blood from wounded flesh
Insanity starts to flow
Twisted thoughts inside his head
Make it easier to kill
Fear entangled in his mine
But show it never will
Don't take candy from a madman
Don't look too deep into his eyes
Don't take candy from a madman
Sweet bait always lies
As he dances with his shadow
As he feverishly grins
As he buttons up his jacket
With cold and icy hands
As he sharpens up his blade
As he laughs about his pain
As he wipes his runny nose
As he walks into your room
Goodnight
Caramelos de un Loco
Paso bajo la luz de la calle déjame ver tu rostro
Hay un loco suelto en este vecindario
Él derrama sangre porque le gusta el sabor
Lleva un cuchillo, lleva una pistola
Corre por tu vida porque se está divirtiendo
La vida para él es una palabra de cuatro letras
Así que toma la mano de tu madre y esconde tus ojos
Él habla con su propia reflexión
Se ríe de sus pensamientos sucios
Es un estudiante de su propia filosofía
Aplica lo que le han enseñado
Así que se lame los labios
Pasa los dedos por su cabello
No tiene una razón
Porque no le importa
Es el mundo de un hombre y él está a cargo
Según él, estás mejor muerto
No aceptes caramelos de un loco
No mires demasiado profundo en sus ojos
No aceptes caramelos de un loco
Siempre yace el dulce cebo
Es la frialdad de su hoja
El poder mortal de su golpe
Sangre goteando de la carne herida
La locura comienza a fluir
Pensamientos retorcidos en su cabeza
Hacen más fácil matar
El miedo enredado en su mente
Pero nunca lo mostrará
No aceptes caramelos de un loco
No mires demasiado profundo en sus ojos
No aceptes caramelos de un loco
Siempre yace el dulce cebo
Mientras baila con su sombra
Mientras sonríe febrilmente
Mientras abotona su chaqueta
Con manos frías y heladas
Mientras afila su hoja
Mientras se ríe de su dolor
Mientras se limpia la nariz que le gotea
Mientras entra a tu habitación
Buenas noches