Product of the past

The sun is down, the light go on
a glass and concrete hell
the beast aroused, begins to prowl
aware of every smell
he notes perfume in the air
sees footprints in the dust
woman's blood upon the ground
a victim of his lust
[chorus:]
he can't resist their call
his night will be their last
sworn to have them all
a product of the past
beaten at an early age
a scared and confused child
fierce revenge on womanhood
makes mother's wrath seem mild
every night tortured sleep
no one there to care
outcast of society
trapped inside his lair
[repeat chorus]
[1st solo: rick]
[2nd solo: chris]

Something more than animal
yet something less than man
striking fear in women's hearts
a sick and twisted plan
stalking every unlit street
searching for his prey
stranger to compassion
now violence is his way
[repeat chorus]