[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann]      So, you think you've won   Fucked up all my fun   Reason that I live   All that I can give   I will find another   The worse it will be   You may have stopped this   But you can't stop me!      Staring at you, obsessing   Grabbing for you, mind stressing      Staring at you, obsessing   Grabbing for you, mind stressing   Stalk, scorned      Again I will unleash   This lust, it is my call   I know that I feast   Your body soon will fall   Pray to the stalker   Prey of the stalker      Hiding in trees   Peering through windows I see   That which will be solely owned by me   Stalking scorned