When the time comes
I will be numb
I will spit in the dirt
Where I once laid when I was hurt
Taking my revenge
I am my own avenger
Slaying them, I'll throw them in the mud
Then with my own hand, taste their blood
On their flesh I shall feast
Because I've turned into a beast
On their skull I shall kiss
Then mark them off my list
With their bones, I'll bury in the ground
They will never be found
When all are dead
A price will be put upon my head
I will reign in my glory
And claim myself holy
After all, those I killed
Were those who helped my anger build
They ravaged on my mind
Never once were kind
They stabbed my heart
Tore my soul apart
Until finally the time came
I knew who to blame
They created a beast
What I am at the very least
This is how my killing spree came
How I created my fame
I eat my own kind
I will kill any I can find
This is how I started
How my conscience and I parted
Won't feel guilt when I slaughter a lamb
If you do not know who I am
Go on and guess. . .
Either way I will still confess
I am whom you should fear at night
I am not one of light
I am one who is empty but used hatred as a filler
So if you have not guessed, I am a serial killer
