Psychopath

homicidal psychopath
Dieing slow you'll feel my wrath.
Wondering whats in my brain.
Twisted thoughts and screaming pain
Broken bodies,the streets they litter
In the dark my blade will glitter
Another victim to quench my thirst
Another bloody vein will burst
Number 6 I chalk him up
His dripping blood it filled my cup
He screamed in pain...I laughed with glee
That fuck'in life meant shit to me
My next victum;where's my axe
I'll copy Lizzy Borden's whacks
Chop off pieces one by one
Until my bloody work is done
Who is next...I don't care.
I just built an electric chair
Strap you down.Hit the switch
Watch you smoking body twitch.