(Hello, who's speaking?)
(Hello, can I visit you?)
(Who's speaking?)
(You know very well who it is)
(I'm getting scared, stop)
(Look out the window, what do you see? Ha, ha, ha)

This isn't a prank call
Nor a fall
It's the beginning of something much worse
It's a curse

I'm still here

Don't ask obvious questions in a kidnapping
I'm suspended in a completely dark room
You can't see anything but blood and knives in this room
You are my curse
Tell me why it's getting worse
I've tried to stop being like this
But I'm just a psychopathic killer

You are my obsession
My reason for getting out of bed and killing more
But when I open the door
I see a world without grace
But I decided to give this world a color, a red color

My curse is
The weight of guilt
Why did I do this, why?
Because I'm a psychopath

Where are the bodies?
Where are my hobbies?
I locked them in the trunk

Get me out of here
No
It won't be possible

Where is my life?
Why did I waste it all on a knife?
But now all that's left for me is to finish the job

Help, get me out of here, get me out of the gutter