Why I Kill

 

When I was just a little lad

I was sat in front of the TV

And wasn’t told too much is bad

Turning my eyes bloodshot red

 

All the drama on the news

All the stories about abuse

Horrible acts before my eyes

On TV openly televised

 

You think it’s my music

You think it’s my movies

Programmed with a short fuse

Taught anger and hatred and weapons to use

 

This is why I kill

This is why it’s a thrill

This is why I’m still

Filled with anger and hatred and demons inside

 

Don’t blame what I listen to

Don’t blame the movies I wish to view

Don’t you tell me I’m driven by words

I’m motivated by public hordes

 

The anger I feel inside

The twitch I cannot hide

This uncontrolled urge to kill

It is all so real

 

This is why I kill

This is still a thrill

Turning lives into wrecks

You never know, you may be next

 

Look behind you, there I sneak

I can’t help myself, I’m possessed

Bred of images and words from the media

I find you, I cut you down

I let your body  rot and the worms feed off of ya

 

I’m morbid, I’m deranged

I’m made from public knowledge

Why do I kill? FOR THE JOY OF THE THRILL

 

Why I kill

Is to justify

All that I have become

My will cannot be undone

 

This is why I kill

Don’t deny my will

Who will be my prey

Maybe you, but I cannot say

Its all about the thrill

Its all about the chill

That runs down my spine

Its all about the joy

Put plainly on my face

This

Is why

I kill