• Your grey matter filled with lead
    Walls and floors are splattered red
    Now finally you are dead
    Your face looks better without a head

    Return to the crime scene to my art
    They won't catch me I was too smart
    I pulverized the body and kept the heart
    Removing any trace to give them a start

    Sadly your current condition suggests
    No open casket for the guests
    This piece could really be my best
    Too bad I can't keep it with the rest

    When they find me they'll confine me
    To solitary, losing my finally sanity
    Slowly I'll lose pace of time

    My dreams are haunted with horror
    But not of the murders mentioned before
    No no I try to stay away ever more

    Of a long dead past of dreary pain
    Causing all this rage in my veins
    So I slashed them open to relieve the reign
    All to end up worse and stained

    I break free causing much harm
    To my hands and my arms
    I will have revenge for myself
    And all of my harmed friends

    Now I lurk the stormy nights
    Looking for any new victim in sight
    When I'm done they'll have no more fight
    I'll gut them open all through the night
    twisted