I want to fall straight down from grace
And land flat upon my handsome face
And as the horrific scars begin to mend
I become the bane of men

Feel the fall of man. Close your eyes and feel.
Fear reeks from you. You know it is coming.
Your demise is on its way.
Death is coming for you.
You close your eyes and see it walking towards you.
You run. And run.
And then you close your eyes.

If I started killing people.......there would be none of you left........