Stalking the shadows in search for a dream

The dream of ne0n-nightmares

From your guns they feed



A target selected

Coming up from behind



Now the light of the city, it triggers his mind

Behind corners like the judgment so unkind



A target selected

Left is a body undead

So face it



No one knows the one who dies

It's never to be told

Spinal chill, fire at will

A will for more, printed to the core

Left is a body undead



The dawn approaches, it's killing his lust

Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes



Every second you're away, he's falling



When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning

And as the shadow kills the light, I'm burning

But the world won't stop, it keeps on turning