I've tasted

The thrill of a kill

The thrill of my victims I'm crushing

Destroying their will 



Demented

A figure of speech

My mind is lost eternally out of my reach 



Richard

In your glass case

Stand to be judged, their deaths

Written there all over your face 



Ted

A twelve year old

Your body should rot out in public

For women you've killed 



Run for your life I'm the serial killer

I've come to bury you today

No family, no funeral, no rosaries for

Slain on this hillside - MY SILENT GRAVE!

MY SILENT GRAVE!

MY SILENT GRAVE! 



That's where you lay! 



Buried

Dead bodies behind

Their last words are still etched

Clearly into his mind 



Driven

Possessed by a will

A will that takes over

And drives him out for the kill 



Submit

Submit to me now

He screams out in anger

Bloody thristy, as you cower down 



It's time

He raises the blade

You cry out to God

For your innocent life to be saved 



Run for your life I'm the serial killer

I've come to bury you today

No family, no funeral, no rosaries for

Slain on this hillside - MY SILENT GRAVE!

MY SILENT GRAVE!

MY SILENT GRAVE! 



That's where you lay!