Blood on my hands, brains on my shirt
Two more victims, a mass grave, and plenty of dirt
Hidden behind, my House of Horrors

Only evil resides here, two stories of hell
Burning flesh, is there a more horrible smell?

Neighbors I have none, screams bring laughter to me
I once took out a woman's eyes, to see what women see........In me

My basement is a dungeon, guarded by demons
People always attempt to escape, they have plenty of reasons

I've tortured the good
I've murdered the bad
They're all buried together. So tragic, how sad?

Nobody is innocent, my knife spares none
Shooting kills too fast, rarely do I use guns

I found my next victim, it's three in the morning
I lust for her blood, never, have I been so *****

A conversation I start, her name is Chanel
I pray she is right with God. If not, she will soon awake in hell

As we approach my home, I imagine the slaughter
I open the door. Chanel, victim # 25, in my......House of Horrors