mind of a killer

Enter the darkness with in your mind,
Seek your fears look into madness,
Hear the screaming of the masses,
Graves litter the tree line,

Pitch black night and foolish pride,
Bring's fresh prey to the game,
Cross of gold glinting as so many run,
Lots of prey to hunt,
Taken back to the cellar for a little fun,

Deep in the woods gone for ever in a night,
Should have stopped at the sign,
Never thought that evil lives here,
screams echo through the cellar,
Blood colors the floor,


knife flashing as it rips flesh,
blood fly's through the air,
Screams of fear my symphony,
A choir of fear,prelude to death,
How many lay in those graves,
I can't remember save the screams,

Another ten gone for good,
Ten more dumb young ones,
Out for a drunken weekend in the woods,
Meeting me instead,

Their blood colors the floor,
Once perfect body's torn a sunder,
Screams caught on tape,
Took me days to kill each one,

Careful am I in my craft,
This music must be done just right,
Hidden in stalls they never saw,
How lovely their friends looked with out their skin,
Now to tan the hides.

Persevering what I've just done,
Shallow graves dug in a rush,
body's dumped in to them,
As I leave my summer lair,

I see a ranger looking for the missing youths,
Show concern point out some odd spot,
They'll never know my deeds,
Til I'm gone,join the search,
Find the camp,point out all the booze,

Then guide the through the trees to the ravine,
There at the bottom you see the packs they through,
Hoping I would go down there,
See them write them off as dead,

Head for town join my wife and kids,
Hear my son talk of those missing kids,
Tell him to be careful and that drinking should always be done,
At home where one is safe,

Laughing as the search the ravine looking for body's to bury,
Finding out the ravine floods every spring,and in the fall,
slowly I go back to teaching,Same thing different year,
Warn them of the dangers of drinking,
Hoping some of them learn the lesson.