My time.. comes closer.. closer.. closer.. so close.. yet so far.

Twisted Nerve,
Twisted Nerve.

Boy: Mommy, Mommy, can I go sit with that uncle in the park. The one with the black coat!
Mom (without looking): Alright. Be sure to be back in an hour.

Mom: Why isn't he back yet?
(Goes to look)
Finds child dead on the bench. Blood.. Sweet blood!

Twisted Nerve,
Twisted Nerve.