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Murderer
- When I wake up in the morning I’m craving a thrill
- I gotta go to the ends of the earth searching for a kill
- And I can’t do it like a common criminal
- I’ll do it in the middle of a mall or hang em from a potty stall
- Someone will call the police the FBI will overhaul
- Find so many dead bodies while I make my exit
- Blood all over the floor and the bones in a pit
- The public is in a panic and the media doesn’t know what to do with it
- There’s a madman on the loose
- And he isn’t hiding away anytime soon
- Scooping out eyeballs with a spoon
- And hanging them from the ceiling of the main room
- And I’m an addict to something they would call sick
- I take peoples spines and use them as a stick
- to hang heads and use the bodies disappearing trick
- society would call me a serial killer
- but I don’t kill cereal cause that’s bacterial
- I make people hunting a sport
- They’ll never catch me and throw me into court
- I think I’ll pay the carnival a little visit
- Where I can make my kill explicit
- I run around the grounds like a spirit
- You see my reflection in the mirror
- But when you turn around I disappear
- And when you turn back again I get nearer
- I have a noose in my hand and hooks on the ceiling
- I get that feeling when I hear you squealing
- I put you to sleep slowly
- If only I wasn’t so lonely but the kill fills the void
- I particularly like to cut out the left and right deltoid
- I cut out their heart to add to my collection
- I keep them in little glass jars filled with water
- I buy another jar whenever I’m finished with her
- I just see things from a different point of view
- If you don’t watch your back I’ll be creeping up to murder you
- And I’m an addict to something they would call sick
- I take peoples spines and use them as a stick
- to hang heads and use the bodies disappearing trick
- society would call me a serial killer
- but I don’t kill cereal cause that’s bacterial
- I make people hunting a sport
- They’ll never catch me and throw me into court
- Now I might want to have a little fun
- I like chasing after one
- Cause I gotta get in a good run
- After I catch them I play with them
- Pulling out there hair or stabbing their leg
- I like to hear them beg to let them go
- They promise they will never tell
- But I can’t ignore that sweet sweet smell
- And I just murdered her
- I guess that makes me a murderer
- I took her and fed her venom from a deadly spider
- I let the birds pick at her and I let the snake hug her
- Or I’ll just put her in an acid pool
- I’m silence of the lambs
- Master of escape plans and I’ll leave
- People lying around without their hands
- And I’m an addict to something they would call sick
- I take peoples spines and use them as a stick
- to hang heads and use the bodies disappearing trick
- society would call me a serial killer
- but I don’t kill cereal cause that’s bacterial
- I make people hunting a sport
- They’ll never catch me and throw me into court
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