Charles Mason, Ted Bundy, Son of Sam should have been friends of mine Because we are interested in the same things We all had the courage to cross the line Our twisted minds we think we are right in everything. The sport of killing rules my life It drives me to do ungodly things I can hear my victims voices in my head sounding like an eerie fife The excitement makes my demented mind sing. I get anxious over morbid things To hurt and hear the screams makes me fill like a man The control I posses I feel like a king I feel as if I am the most important person in the land. I'm like a vampire not being able to quench my thirst It seems I can't get enough of the taste My warped soul needs to be nursed I need to be cured in haste. Not getting caught just wait and see I continue to play my most insane game My doomed soul will never be free The beast inside me you can never tame
