Running from the Goathead - Autopsy

Lying on the floor I realize my fate

I’ve become victim, I’ve become hate

How did this horrible night come to be

Piece by piece it comes after me

It catches up and grabs my throat

All I see is the head of a goat

It’s sharpened fingers slice my face

The catch is better than the chase

It comes after me

Running from the goathead

Blood in my eyes, I cannot see

Black heart chaser

Terror races through my mind

Running from the goathead

I run with it behind… me

Hallways that are long and dark

Scratching walls, looking for a door

The burns and cuts have left their mark

I see others have come before

What kind of fate did they meet

This evil place cries for more

With brutal weapons all are beat

To live I must come to the fore

Running from the goathead

Running from the goathead

Running from the goathead