Fifteen years ago it was a busy place Until the gruesome crime kept the people away A teenager murdered, stuffed in an air duct His body discovered after weeks of decay A night watchman stabbed, his limbs severed A public suicide by gasoline and fire Was it human revenge or an act of protest Or was it the ghost of the angry dead? Now no one walks through the dismal corridors Rows upon rows of abandoned shops Footsteps echo through the darkened hallways An air of loneliness, despair and dread The Lights buzz loudly, turn on and off Rats gnawing on electrical wires Feeling disoriented, lost in an empty void Always sensing someone behind you A few brave souls dare to step inside Though danger lurks in these unhallowed halls Waiting in the dark are the restless dead Seeking vengeance for untimely d**h