Spotlights sweep like searchlights
Ten thousand voices, one locked night
He smiles for his girl, scans for the door
The show starts now, he knows what’s in store
He buys her a shirt, he buys her a dream
Keeps one eye warm and one on the screen
Dad of the year with a predator grin
Counting the uniforms closing in
The vendor talks and gives up the game
Every exit has a badge and a name
He nods, he laughs, he passes as polite
A family man and secret with a knife
Follow the butcher
As he keeps the grin steady
There is blood in the basement
And the exit plan’s ready
Killer perspective
Watch him play
One more door
And he slips away
Killer perspective
Heart with a hole
He can fake a smile
But he can’t fake a soul
His daughter shines in the front-row glow
She wants the magic, he needs the route below
He says the right sorrow, makes the room believe
Turns wonder into access, turns pity into keys
The star comes close, so he shows her the feed
A man in the dark as she watches him bleed
One little phone and the whole night bends
One pretty chorus with a dead man’s end
Follow the killer
As he keeps the grin steady
There is blood in the basement
And the whole room turns deadly
Killer perspective
Watch him play
One more door
And he slips away
Killer perspective
Heart with a hole
He can fake a smile
But he can’t fake a soul
(He can’t fake a soul)
He smiles with his daughter
As his victims fade
One hand holds the dream
One hand drags the blade
Killer perspective
Watch him play
One more door
And he slips away
He straightens the bike
He palms the wire
Love is a mask
On the face of a liar
They caught the body
They missed the trick
One little piece of metal
One last click