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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

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

Hat you get and what you see Things that don't come easily Feeling happy in my vein Icicles are in my brain (cocaine) Something blowing in my hair Winter's ice, it soon was dead Death would freeze my very soul Makes me happy, makes me cold My eyes are blind, but I can see The snowflakes glisten on the tree The sun no longer sets me free I feel there's no place freezing me Let the winter sunshine on Let me feel the frost of dawn Fill my dreams with flakes of snow Soon I'll feel the chilling go Don't you think I know what I'm doing Don't tell me that it's doing me wrong You're the one who's really a loser This is where I feel I belong Crystal world with winter flowers Turn my days to frozen hours Lying snowblind in the sun Will my ice age ever come?

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026