Existance is misery For I have long been dead within A generation made the void That my heart once resided in It pains me to live in a world Where God shames me for my cruel thoughts My skin may look very lively But deep within my insides rot I long to witness The creeks of blood Vein their way through the lands I wish hate Didn't consume my soul But genocide eats at my mind An enemy of the devil A failed child of God Mixed blood, it stains my skin I'm torn apart By the world around Nothing's alive within How can one man Have such great hatred For the creed that killed morality These thoughts of homicide plague my mind A call to kill pains me This blotch on the soul eats like a cancer Please God relieve me It's hard to clean this wretched stain

A murderer with little motive But to quench his bloodthirst For overworked college students Things go from tough to far worse Killing with a butcher knife Dispatching local students Ending lives to please himself Barely into adulthood Preparing for exams While a killer stalks his victims As the majority leave for summer break He tracks them down and kills them Frat jocks, nerds, and sorority girls Seeing their last days All wiped out while on campus Slaughtered in gruesome ways

On the way to Cali Break down in the desert A nuclear test site Back in the day A pack of inbred cannibals Hiding in the hills Watching every move On your family they prey Ransacking your food Raping your daughter Abducting your infant child To prepare for a feast A fire in the mountains To cook newborn flesh While you hunt for your child They prepare to eat The hills have eyes In these hills you'll die

The old saw the lady in half trick Messier than on the stage A perverted beast of mutilation Has finally come uncaged Caught off guard in the changing rooms She fled into the showers Chainsawed right through at the waist Her bare torso lays in blood and bowels Seeing herself separated From a pair of legs and pelvis In shock she watches and bleeds out Lower body functions she is without From her dying remains I collect my piece To finish up the puzzle That intrigues me The parts of several dead girls Creates a new body Which will soon walk in this world And do my horrid deeds

At the end of harvest Festival of Samhain A reocurring evil is born To end many lives And bring families pain Summoned by the curse of the thorn Cursed is he Emotionless mask Hiding an emotionless man Escaping from asylum Returning from death's grip To kill as many as he can Kids trick-or-treat in the moonlight While a symbol in the stars Awakens a silent killer Locked up behind bars The voices he heard as a child Contaminate his childish brain Wiped all light from his young eyes Drove a young boy quite insane Years and years he stared through Walls trapped in an asylum To relive the slaughter Not a word heard from him Not a single word An evil cult Of Samhain Spectates his kills Spectates the pain On the end of October Evil is reborn To kill off his bloodline The curse of the thorn Gunned down, burned alive Presumably killed several times An evil cult's disturbing plans Help revive the boogeyman

Burned alive Should have died I'll adjust Perfect lies A blaze of flames On that night For your sake I should have died Torched Abandoned Enraged Revived Coming back Gripping sheers Inflicting Crippling fears Lacerated Cut wide open On your blood You are choking Burned alive Should have died You will pay For your crimes

As I break from the confines of a prison cell I long to shed more blood In my arms is a large power drill Through my victims' guts it will run I long to spill The blood of young girls The drill bit it spins Making quick work Of all those who get in my way My devious ways Draw me right to A slumber party where I will slay Even I don't know why my sick mind compells me to do this As I stalk young women to drill and kill it brings me such great bliss My drill bit caked in flesh and blood from all those in my way My perverted love for these young women will bring them down today Drugs and gossip and drinks and such make their night full of thrills Mark my words that before dawn these girls will all get drilled

Deny my existence Scream my name Into these darkened woods My dreary home Believed empty If you've not yet fled, you should I've butchered my whole family So you would be easy I'll string you up or hack you apart For daring to summon me A madman with an axe stalks these campgrounds tonight Beheaded bodies, blood shimmers in the moonlight Arrogant campers fill my violent appetite It takes great luck to survive through this dreadful night

New Years Eve They're boarding the train Young medical students Celebrate A disguised killer Boards quietly His former classmates Will suffer and bleed The costume party An environment That he can use To his advantage Stalking his crush through the cabs Slice and dice and beat and stab A murderer is on the loose From the engine to the caboose Taking his victim's disguise To blend in with the other guys From an axe to a knife Butchering all those who ride You can't stop the terror train

Morbid thoughts of gruesome killings Death and hatred for all women Shotgun blast, decapitations Pick axe slammed into the sternum Bodies in the shed on meathooks Fresh corpses to be skinned and cooked Human bodies are chopped and grilled More flesh to feed the cannibal

Sorority Below me Insanity Part of me Threats by phone So obscene They don't know That it's Billy Christmas season University women In celebration Of the holidays Lurking in the attic A twisted man The girls don't realize They'll be slain Leaving calls of lunacy Bloodlust and perversity Like an animal driven insane Naughty intentions plague Billy's brain Clare's body Asphyxiated None of the girls Realize she's dead In the attic Where the killer treads Plastic wrapped around her head Girls begin to vanish The sorority shrinks One by one Your friends are gone Before you know it You are alone With a killer that was Present all along Committing killings Horribly wrong

Undead eyes Staring The fish scatter Flee my rotting flesh The worms flee Life is still in me Vengeance Keeping my black soul here Chained to the bottom For what seems forever My rotting body floats I will one day kill again The algae builds as time glides by The murky water viewed from a murderer's eyes The restraints will break and many will die Searing hatred in a murderer's eyes There's a designated place for me Deep in the Devil's domain But I can't drown and I can't die At the bottom of the lake I remain

A great escape To clear your mind Is completely ruined by perverted attackers With one sickening lust-driven motive in mind To take advantage of a woman defenseless and vulnerable For their own disgusting pleasures Raped and abused and left for dead it's a surprise that this woman will survive A shattered remnant of her once pleasant self her life ruined by disgusting people Unable to resist a peaceful solution her mind can only think violence To stalk and torment and then kill her attackers is all that her mind can conjure With her rapists dead she can live in peace Nobody to attack her now, from victim to dominator

Struggle for inheritance Murder is the way To insure ownership Of this bloody bay Trespassing teens are butchered Suicides are faked Corrupted by their greed Competition is slain Sinister conspirings To shrink the playing field Murdering opponents With the weapons that they wield Player-count comes down to two In this evil game of greed Blood is all over their hands For a plot they think they need Karma bites back For they think they're free Two gunshots Make them bleed A hopeful couple Now lies dead As a bay of sin With blood runs red

Halloween 1963 Young Michael Myers butchers his sister Spends 15 years Locked in Smith's Grove Muttering not even a whisper Dr. Loomis knows his evil Dark and late 1978 It's Halloween and the town's at peace But the patients are loose All over Smith's Grove And Michael steels a car and then flees Killed a man For his clothes Robbed a store For a mask and tools Visits school grounds To stalk Laurie Strode And watches her After she goes home Late that night In her own home Michael slits open Annie's throat The total slut Laurie's close friend Has met a dark And gruesome end Lynda and Bob Stop by later And fuck in the bed Annie's not there Bob is impaled While fetching booze Michael uses the phone chord On Lynda like a noose Loomis gets suspicious as Laurie goes to see Lynda, Bob, and Annie, she hasn't heard from all three Finding all their bodies she is stricken with terror Laurie runs back to her house fleeing her attacker The kids run out as Laurie struggles to fight Michael Loomis climbs the stairs and bullets loudly echo Six shots through the body and straight through the heart Tumbling from the second story and into the yard Blood is in the yard But Michael isn't there Reports of homicides Leave the whole town scared Stealing a kitchen knife He butchers another girl Ben Tramer killed by car As chaos unfurls Michael finds the hospital where Laurie's asleep Hammer-kills a guard before he could even scream Michael boils a nurse to death after killing her lover Syringes a couple people and then scalpals another On the night of Samhain he chases Laurie away With a little help Loomis comes to save the day Loomis is wounded and Laurie shoots Michael blind Canisters of flammable gas could save Laurie's life A room engulfed in flames as Laurie narrowly escapes Michael and Loomis still inside As the flames swirl and blaze in the burning halls It seems that Michael finally died Marching from the blaze a burning Michael walks forth Something evil forces him to march on In a glowing blaze he falls straight to the floor Perhaps now Michael's finally gone

Rising from the depths of hell He's coming to kill them Doing the vengeful bidding of those Who call him Killing all those in his way A creature of sin Wrath is his goal and their time Is wearing thin Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Taking evildoers' heads Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Returns to hell when they are dead Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Blood of the evil runs bright red Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Avoid the ground on which he'll tread Rising from the pumpkin patch Graveyard in the backwoods Summoned by an offering Of the vengeful's red blood To smite down those who have wronged Another severely A loved one lost but now avenged The evil will fear him Storming through The woodlands Stalking all Of his victims Broken And torn apart Exsanguinated Stabbed through the heart Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Taking evildoers' heads Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Returns to hell when they are dead Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Blood of the evil runs bright red Pumpkinhead, Pumpkinhead Avoid the ground on which he'll tread

Hunters and explorers Never return From the acres In which I lurk Crocodiles swim Birds fly away This swamp was dead When I was born that day If you know what's good You'll stay away From this swamp By the close of day Enter at night And you might view Human pieces Scattered through the Bayou Best of luck But you won't survive Victor Crowley's Coming for your life You can run But he'll find you Chop you to bits And rip you in two Cries for dad bellowing Through the putrid swamp Past mutilated bodies This deformed being stomps Hatchet in his hand Tight white-knuckled grip Your insides and your limbs From your body he rips Skin stretched and snapped tendons ripped away Limps scattered far and wide Those who venture here all die Snags your guts between his fingers Smell of rotting flesh still lingers Cadavers littering the marsh Died so violently and harsh

At the end of the secluded road A sadistic assailant, a gun and a knife The unexpecting do not know Where this road ends, so does your life Cracking the skull with a weighted impact Allowing your woman to run Down on her luck she falls to the ground Molested with the barrel of the gun The first two got lucky, fortunately But the spree is far from over As the town plummets to panic Curfews placed to stop young lovers From setting out at nights on their own In a town that's dreading sundown With a killer on the loose Slaughter breaking the news Two more couple turn up cold Gunfire freeing their very souls Held at gunpoint and wasted away Texarkana goes quiet at the end of the day Dodging the law By the time they show up the killer is gone A phantom assailant Local residents strive to make it til dawn

I have an uncontrollable urge to prowl On young and beautiful women Once their process of decay begins I take a part of them Like natural pieces of art I must possess a piece I stalk them when it's dark outside On their fears I feed I worship their anatomy Majestic and sweet Round hips and thin waists The elegance pleases me Always on the move Make me wish I could keep At least a few as a trophy They'll never, ever leave Majestic Feminine shells My trophies clutter my lair The beauty Of their physical beings It's hard not to stare Call it killing It can't be For they all Belong to me Choking and grasping at her open throat I'm the last thing she sees as she begins to choke After her screaming soul disembodies She goes to my collection of female bodies

Avenging rage Deep inside I am not dead I'm not alive Here to finish My mother's deeds Endless kill count Dozens will bleed I use many tools But mostly machete You can run But your fate won't be pretty Turn every corner And there I stand Your sanity wiped Your life in my hands Looking for a good time Coming to my camp I claimed it through bloodshed I claimed it through the dead Swinging the blade Plunging the spear When you see my mask Your end is near Opening arteries Hacking off extremities Decapitating Lacerating Your continuing breaths Don't allow me to rest Your life is next I long for your death Debaucherous actions Rampant lust You disrespect these precious grounds So kill you, I must I avenge my mother's death While your friends wonder where you are You are dead in the woods Where I hid you away To continue to slay One by one they are dead Their skin painted dark red By the blood that they shed Panic invades their heads

Riddled with stab wounds By 4 she was home in her small apartment By 9 her new lover had left her to be By midnight she sang in the quiet night time air By 8 she was found, riddled with stab wounds Unexpectedly She had disappeared Butchered by me I made her worst fears Now she is gone Gutted and filleted It may have been wrong I brought the end of her days Shocked now as her abdomin Can no longer hold back her bowels Stabbed at least fourty times Her body remains on the ground Blood is pooling everywhere Seeping from her tattered wounds As she quickly turns cold Her consciousness dies as she swoons My bloodlust now beyond control I stalk them in the dead of night Prostitutes that lurk the streets Feed my violent appetite