Understand you won't see her coming, thinking now I'm sure I heard something
Footsteps so soft, quickly written off, flickers in the loft, couple Molotov
Cocktails. Inhale. Remember to breathe. Panic won't keep you alive, keep you underneath
Waves of doubt, now you're hesitant, gasping, a sweat-soaked armament, firing in the dark, that's her element
The fires burn strange, weird, malevolent...
Smoke. Gun shot flashes of light. You'll take your chances outside. You choke.
Check your cell for back up it's eleven thirty at night. Her cloak.
You feel sluggish right when you need quick reaction
The shroud descends--you're staring through a black sun
When she lays the thrilla down on you, like Mike Jackson

Couldn't stop what it couldn't see, tries to stalk and it tries to be,
what its makers claim, the machine has perfect aim, invincible,
In its own citadel, upper floors alert, high decibel
enemy invisible, unthinkable maybe she fled
Sudden ambush can the machine tremble?
Curved knife buried up to the haft in its
Mainframe shattered, hands bumbling, metal legs staggered, stumbling
Open elevator doors crumbling, forced back, swallowed by the shaft, frame ripped in half, echoes of her laugh
Feel that cool draft, she levitates after, impact, buries it....
Witchcraft!
Sweat dries on her skin time to get out of sight
Basement clock says it's quarter past midnight