Killer on the loose

Kill time

Find the crime

Committing crimes that have ridiculous rhyme

You have ways to find me up high

Stab, shoot, torture me to the ends of time

Never to find my rhyme

Yet I still commit my crimes

Police still cant find my rhyme up high

Yet they fly blind

Crashing, burning, cars ablaze

Look what the police have done, youll be amazed

Spinning lifeless figures in the dark

Only the media has the right to park

I rule the night, with my eyesight

The day I find is very bright

The newspapers and media all talk about me

More friends I say, more friends for me

They think I am the key

To solve my sea (of killings)

I am not you see

You have to kill inside me

A soul devoted to night, death, and destruction

A life I live without murder is a conjunction

Not real I think to the bonds within me

I flee and yes the police fail to find me