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