Serial Killer

I've tasted the thrill of the kill the thrill of my victims
I'm crushing
Destroying
A figure of speach

My mind is lost eternally out of my reach
Richard, in you glass case, stand to be judged
Written there all over your face
Ted, a twelve year old

Your body should rot in public for all the 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
That's where you lay

Buried dead bodies behind
Their last words are still etched so clearly into his mind. Driven, possessed by wil
A will that takes over and drives him out for the kill
Submit, submit to me now

He screams out in anger
Blood thisty 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 for your life today
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
That's where you lay