Look at him such a nice man, a son, a husband, a friend, a father
So smart, he worked harder then any other, lawyer or doctor
Locked her up and chopped her, who would have thought
That he was a killer, who killed her? Tortured her in his chamber
A danger, a friend who’s suddenly become a stranger.
Can’t describe the urge, the surge, merged with murders occurred
There’s no word to describe the vibe; I’m disturbed; it’s absurd
Mindset’s all blurred; I’m distant, bird’s eye view of the world
This is only the blurb; you haven’t even heard the full gory story
Of how a young boy from the suburbs, happen to find his glory
I’m feeling weak, a week since I’ve been asleep, my future’s bleak
A creep who roams the streets for something to eat: child’s meat
A treat, a beast who feasts on at least a piece of the deceased
Pleased to be unleashed off his leash and released all of his disease
Ceasing the peace, strangle her to death, and leave her to bleed.
The thrill to kill, with the will to thrill, no dreams to fulfill
Drink and pop pills, ‘til my stomachs filled. And if you feel I’m real,
I’ll take you home, cut you up, and eat your flesh to seal the deal
I’m only joking honey, don’t be scared by the knife I wield,
It’s the f****** chainsaw I’m going to use to make you squeal.
My favorite hobby is having sex with dead bodies, with every victim
I need more pain to be inflicted, sick sin, so I ripped in to her chest
Slipped in my fist, pulled her heart out, and ticked her off the list
Slit throat and wrists, give her a little kiss, she wont be missed
So what if it was my mother? B**** shouldn’t have got me p*****!
It’s not a bloodbath; it’s a bath of blood, look at the caskets flood
Cuddle your love; give them a hug before they’re covered in mud
Immediate media attention, police got special case on the task
It’s funny, while I stalk this city, wearing your face as a mask
Who made me this crazy? I can’t say. I’m making them hate me!
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