Thrill of the Kill

By the moonlight he stalks
Throught the city
See the glance in his eyes — so weired
Awaiting the innocent victim
Beware — the ripper is near
Off the beaten track
A coward attack
Blood spills on the ground
Staring in their eyes
Laughin' as they cry
Murder without a sound
Victims are to many to number
No one will ever know for sure
Backs to the wall — start screaming
12 inch blade’s comin' down on you
Call me maniac
Call me insane
But don’t call me guilty
Of society’s blame