Running from the Goathead

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