Raping with no thought in his mind but to feed
Feeding his endless obsession that came at puberty
Hate Rape Murder

These are not the words that would come to mind,
If you saw this man in the day time
Ever oh so charming, attractive, and well off
Living the life of the good book of lies
This is not what anyone would think of at all
He must feed at all cost,
Hunt only by moon light
Never will these women make it out alive
Lay on the game, smooth, he makes it look sweet
Up to his room where he does the deed
Hate Rape Murder

He was becoming so good at this,
Leaving like he never existed
Throw them to the floor,
He thrusts himself in,
As their bodies lay there motionless and beaten
He sings as he fuck them, then cuts off their limbs
Orgasming as he cuts her face into a chelsey grin

On the floor with a small struggle,
This happens every time
For years this charmer repeated without batting an eye
It was an art form to him,
Killing to feed all of his needs
He must kill, he must feed
Kill at all cost
Violate everything