Demonique

Nothing's going on
Except kids playing pranks, trick or treating, parking, getting high
I have the feeling you're way off on this
You have the wrong feeling
You're not doing very much to prove me wrong
What more do you need?
I watched him for fifteen years, waiting for some secret, silent alarm
Death has come for you
There is no doubt there, sheriff
You can either ignore it, or you can help me stop it
More fancy talk...
Doctor, do you know what Haddonfield is?
Families. Children, all lined up in rows
Up and down these streets
You're telling me they're lined up for a slaughterhouse
They could be
Alright I'll stay with you tonight
And if you are right
Damn you for letting him go
Damn you for letting him go

What have you done?
I haven't done anything
You let him out
His own god damn doctor
I didn't let him out
I gave orders for him to be restrained
You let him out
The primary concern is that we stop him
I can't stop him until I'm certain he's dead
He was my patient for fifteen years
He became an obsession with me
Until I realized there was nothing within him
Neither conscience nor reason
That was even remotely human
An hour ago, I stood up and fired six shots at him
And he just got up and walked away
You couldn't have shot him six times
You think I am lying, sheriff?
I think you missed him
No man can take six shots
I told you that isn't a man
It's the unconscious mind
We are all afraid of the dark inside ourselves
Damn you for letting him go
We are all afraid of the dark inside ourselves
It's the unconscious mind