I am a serial killer; I roam in the night,
Murdered love; although it’s not right,
Serial killer, the one by day,
We’re not children, but we like to play,
Be very keen about what we talk,
In the night, the serial killer walks,
He will **** your love, **** your likes,
Damage your brain, and put dark on your light,
His heart is dark, his eyes are red,
He’s on a mission, that includes us all to be dead,
He’s like a rock; he can’t feel nor move,
He has no time to laugh; he is never in the groove,
So please be quiet,
Hush I said,
Do you want to be alive, or you prefer to be dead?