I've tasted
 The thrill of a kill
 The thrill of my victims I'm [bad word] 
 Destroying their will 

 Demented
 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
 twelve year old
 Your body should rot out in public
 For women you've killed 

 [bad word] for your life I'm the serial killer
 [bad word] 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
 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 

 [bad word] for your life I'm the serial killer
 [bad word] 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!