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!
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