Stalking the night

leaving no stone unturned

my desire for meat

Makes my blood boil

I need to run



Eating the corpse

feeling remorse but why do I kill

in my sleep



Seeking to be stopped in my own weird way

leaving clues to lead you to me

getting more twisted with every murder

getting excited by the smell of the chase



Total chaos brings absolute pleasure

death gets me high

feeling intoxïcated

by the stench of the dead