[vio-lence cover]
I`ve tasted the thrill of the kill the thrill of my victims. I`m crushing, destroying, a figure of speach. My mind is lost eternally out of my reach, richard, in you glass case, stand to be judged. Written there all over your face, ted, a twelve year old. Your body should rot in public for all the women you`ve killed. Run for your life I`m the serial killer I`ve come to bury you today no family no funeral no rosaries for...slain on this hillside, my silent grave, that`s where you lay. Buried dead bodies behind. Their last words are still etched so clearly into his mind. Driven, possessed by wil, a will that takes over and drives him out for the kill. Submit, submit to me now. He screams out in anger, blood thisty as you cower down. It`s time, he raises the blade. You cry out to god, for your innocent life to be saved. Run for your life I`m the serial killer I`ve come for your life today I`m the serial killer I`ve come to bury you today no family, no funeral, no rosaries for...slain on this hillside, my silent grave, that`s where you lay.