B.T.K. (Bind, Torture, Kill)

Childhood came with violence
Torturing pets with no sense
Freak behavior and sexual fetish
Women's underwear rise my appetite

Common life's got no fun
House, wife, job...such an easy run...
I need some escape to put in order
My secret need involving slaughter

I will...bind...torture...kill

The days in witchita are passing slow
Sometimes feel like losing control
Abruptly boring passes away
I guess I've just found my way

It's necessary contacting press
Bestowing crimes that weren't mine
In fact, feed surrounding thrill
And call myself bind, torture, kill

I´m the...bind...torture...kill

Just as cold as a stone
I calculate when you're alone
Watch out particularities
To please mental injuries

Now my name has got my goal
Media, news and tv shows
Dennis rader lived until
The whole world knew the bind, torture, kill

I´m the...bind...torture...kill