Passion for Murder

"Passion for Murder"




Thirsting to commit another ghastly murder
My appetite I must feed it's my eating disorder
Bouquet of human pulp fills up my nostrils
Killing is my calling & I worship it as my gospel

I love calculating my hunt for weak prey
I window shop for flesh put out on display
Subtly I sneak up for the surprise attakk
I silently drag them into shadow's blakk

Chloroform rag to gag mouths left agape
Hog tied & bound, zero chance of escape
Trunk of my car serves quick termination
Prayers & rosary their personal salvation

I drag bodies through night that won't end
Torture I inflicted you can't comprehend
Meticulously carve up every inch of flesh
Serving up my victims cold & very fresh

Decapitated heads trophies on my mantle
No need to donate, blood supply is ample
I evict souls leaving nothing but an echo
I'm drawn from the darkside of shadows

Liver, Fava beans & a very nice chianti
Killing is my business & business is dandy
If you see me coming might wanna hide
It's truly a pleasure to rip out your insides



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