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!