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