[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann]



So, you think you've won

Fucked up all my fun

Reason that I live

All that I can give

I will find another

The worse it will be

You may have stopped this

But you can't stop me!



Staring at you, obsessing

Grabbing for you, mind stressing



Staring at you, obsessing

Grabbing for you, mind stressing

Stalk, scorned



Again I will unleash

This lust, it is my call

I know that I feast

Your body soon will fall

Pray to the stalker

Prey of the stalker



Hiding in trees

Peering through windows I see

That which will be solely owned by me

Stalking scorned