I'm collecting specimen trophies inside vintage blue mason jars
they’ll never know because I’m a master at concealing all the scars.
Hoarding bits and pieces here and there
In zip lock bags you’ll find locks of their hair.
They say some steal diamonds and some steal gold
as for me, hey, I take frozen slices of their flesh when there cold.
I have no heart, I have no soul
I have no morals and I love being ever so bold.
What a wonderful privilege only the chosen ones do get to see,
Tell me, why do I have this sneaky suspicion that you all are now watching me?
I'm hungering for the frigid rigor touch of death
And, till you catch me in the act...
I’m on a nightly prowl to also steal,
your last breath!
(SirCARSr 8-02-13)