Serial killers are no invention

They've been living since the beginning

Can't identify their behaviour

They come as the night and disappear as the wind

No proof of their acts they seem invisable

Till you suffer or get wasted

Only suggestions make them guilty

Voices in his mind create torture and killing

Other people declare these achievements

Deeds of sickness

So bewarе he's cruising for victims

The acts of killing

Elevatе his pain

What he feels next is not guilt

Outrage his pain of behaviour

Next time must be better

Reducing the enemy within his brain

Slowly let them choke in madness

The mindterror makes him crazy

Every day it gets worse

People can't understand the fear don't see the chaos

Can't hear the voices or feel the pain

Life's going too fast can't take a grip on it

Can't controle the madness in his mind

Fear of life grows every day as disasters taking over

He can't think normal don't even try to

He just follows his mind so the killing continues

Screams of the victims deaden his pain

The act of killing makes him feel alive

What he feels next is not guild but terrible disappointment

It was not as marvellous as he had hoped

But next time it will be perfect