My thoughts control me
i can't hold back any longer
I must commit these acts
My fantasies compel me
Watching
Stalking
Waiting
Planning this perfect crime

I have studied your surroundings for months now
I know exactly when to make my move
And exactly how I'm going to make my move

A perfect murder to me is all about strategy
So unaware as I stalk flawlessly
Repeatedly in my dreams I have pulled this job

In front of the mirror as you prepare for sleep
This Is when I sneak behind and put the barrel of the shotgun to your head
I like it when you see my face

A blow to the skull, I make sure your still alive
I only kill quick when necessary, but this is a score I must settle
Now is when my fantasies come, so I reach for my blade
Inflicting this mutilation, slashing your face, stomping your body
I love to see you in such pain, for this pain is my ecstasy

Suck the barrel, and look at me in the eye
Do you think I really give a fuck about what I'm going to do?
Decapitated by 12 gauge slugs
I can't even recognize half your body anymore

Your family will probably tell the authorities I'm a suspect
So I eliminated them before I eliminated you
Dragging you to the basement
I place you with the rest
Nude,
In perverted positions with your loved ones
Fiendishly I masturbate to the scene I have created
The investigators are going to be shocked
My payoff, my crime gets televised
Overwhelmed with laughter as I realize
They'll never catch me


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