PASSION KILLER


to walk the straight and narrow
tried not to kill again

that dead manachin
for yourself
can't dig up the dead boy

gay disco, nine years later
it's ment to be

for yourself

read the bible with your grandma
keep the thoughts in the back of your mind

strangely obsessed with the necrofeliac
keep it to yourself

not wanting to kill hicks
3 weeks after your prom

but it was "like poetic justice"
for your murder

a fathers story has no bound
after you died in a pool of blood

now you'll come back
to the only way you know how to live
you'll come back to a potenial sanity

facination with human evil
now your just a marketable comotity
a son of sam
who kept it to himself

no longer a passion killer