I was always the invisible one,
Walking like a spirit amongst others,
They would hurt me just for fun,
But no one expected me to become a cOlD bLoOdEd MuRdErEr...

The murders started slowly,
Each night another would be gone,
You could call this unholy,
But when being a mUrDeReR it doesn't matter...

I would sneak into their rooms,
Blooded knife raised and brought down into their stomachs,
Afterwards they would be buried in their tombs,
The MuRdErEr would smile insanely whilst being invisible...

Eventually the murderer would be caught,
Taken away to never see the light of day,
They would ask me questions and what I thought,
But all I said was,

*'I bEcAmE a CoLd BlOoDeD mUdErEr...'