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!