There’s no doubt about that
But I’ve been given time to prepare
Time to contemplate
I remember my childhood
Dissecting animals was my hobby
And when I was eighteen
I had killed my first man
I’d felt so neglected when my parents left
So all I wanted was company
But he said he wanted to leave
So I showed them all, smashing his skull
In my parents own living room
Hicks had been his name, a hitchhiker
All I wanted was his friendship
But now his bones are scattered
Throughout the neighbours yards
I remember ten years later
How I woke in a hotel room
Beside me lay a lifeless corpse
So I stuffed him into a suitcase
I laugh out loud as I remember
The idiot taxi driver carrying the
Suitcase for me as I returned home
By now I had begun my collection
Two skulls, one I painted grey
And a complete skeleton, which I bleached with acid
I stored biceps in my fridge
I even took photo’s, I remember the nineteen year old model
I have pictures of me dismembering
His skull sits in my freezer
As time went by
I had killed eighteen men
From the ages of fourteen to twenty-six
I had three human heads in my freezer
And two more in the pot on the stove
I even had a human heart and male genitals
In freezer bags in my fridge
I even sat down and ate one of my victims for dinner
I guess I was feeling unstoppable
Until today that is
When that damn Edwards had escaped
Again all I wanted was his friendship
All I wanted was someone to talk to
But like the others he wanted to leave
I failed to stop him
The bastard ran to the police
So here I’m waiting
Knowing no lies will help
No story will save me
The simple truth is
No one wanted to be friends
With poor old me, Jeffrey Dahmer
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