Picket Fence Death Knight

Arriving in this perfect place produced within a dream
Happiness and pleasant thoughts drove my mind insane
Something queer lingered while wandering through this place
As night grew near I noticed a friend crouching behind a wall
We ventured off into the streets where we would not turn back.

A feeling of reality,
and constant conversation,
lead to morbid acts of destructive fixation.
Then we decided to take what we wanted,
I lived this perfect dream as we quickly plotted.

Hiding under the shadows of night through silent streets
Stalking our victim not close behind.
We hold in our excitement breathing calm through our smiles
Religiously planning the subjects
demise as we follow him to where he resides.
Watching his last moments before we strike.
Slowly moving in creeping up from behind.
Dylans hands cover his mouth
No one can hear you now SAY GOODBYE.

Laughing instinctively over his cries,
tearing his face off with merciless sighs
Nothing can ruin this taking of life!