Blower

Like a killer in the state

Like a rat in a maze

Living in a city of freak

Lives on children in the snow

It's too late you can't go

Smashes on with turning teeth

Run like blower

Eats like a grinder

The wheels of chains

Roles and roles again

It was marching like a prowler

Sacrifice the raw flesh

You are nice, you are cash

Here come the flesh eater

Chatterning sound of iron

You smell the smoke of carbone

Tell me if it's near

I'm in the snow

I panic, I can't go

I see the yellow blades of danger