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 thirsty, 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!