Strangler in the Night

The night may be warm, or it may be cold. I'm a man who needs someone, a woman to hold. I'm a loner with problems, many so small, but small problems in millions is no living ball.

I need someone to cling to, to help me to bear these troubles and heartaches with teas, drive and dare. I don't know a woman, and yet I crave on. My mind tells my body, don't stand there, yet what?

Then all of a sudden, I'm no longer clean. I'm a massive wild muscle, a human machine. My body is reckless, my mind unaware. In these moments of madness, I fight, claw and tear. And all is quiet. And I'm me again.

I've done wrong without knowing, and caused so much pain. At last I am captured, no longer to roam. The state penitentiary will now be my home. And the worst thing that happens here in the clank, is that you go out of your mind as you start to think.

My mind's in a frenzy, my body in flight. And so now I've been labeled, strangle in the night.