I'm a killa (chameleon form)

I’m a killer, but I’m shifting in disguise, Chameleon skin, watch the colors in my eyes. Blend with the walls, creep silent through the storm, Death takes shape in a chameleon form. Slide through the shadows, concrete on my back, Skin turns gray like the alleys where I trap. Breathing in silence, I’m the predator’s breath, Switching up tones on the canvas of death. One second I’m neon, the next I’m the void, My victims don’t see me ‘til the flesh is destroyed. I’m hiding in daylight, invisible swarm, That’s the curse of a chameleon form. I’m a killer, but I’m shifting in disguise, Chameleon skin, watch the colors in my eyes. Blend with the walls, creep silent through the storm, Death takes shape in a chameleon form. In the club I’m a dancer, in the streets I’m a ghost, At the church I’m the preacher, with a cup for the toast. Everywhere I move, I’m another disguise, But behind the illusion are blood-soaked eyes. I’m the stranger next door, I’m the friend that you trust, But the blade in my palm always calls for the rust. Drip crimson rain while the weather feels warm, Sin bleeds best in a chameleon form. I’m a killer, but I’m shifting in disguise, Chameleon skin, watch the colors in my eyes. Blend with the walls, creep silent through the storm, Death takes shape in a chameleon form. Skin like a spectrum, I flex every shade, The hunter of men in the masks that I’ve made. One night I’m the worker, forklift at the dock, Next night I’m the nightmare with the chainsaw’s knock. Can’t trace the steps ‘cause I’m never the same, I bend with the scene, I’m immune to the blame. A serpent, a phantom, a twisted reform, All killers evolve in a chameleon form. Can you hear the whispers crawling through the dark? Colors in the static, shadows leave a mark. When the red drips slow, and the black clouds swarm, You’ll pray you don’t meet the chameleon form.