Serial Hacking Lyrics

Nightfall, my dearest time
Once again I stalk in darkness
hunting the human swine
Whose lives to me are meaningless

Hackes, sliced, diced
They all fall under my blade
Limbs, torsos, heads
I'm cooking my stew homemade

Roading dark streets I seek
Choice cattle of morsels tender
Alomost tasting the red meat
Just before I slaughter...

... every life that I steal
makes a nutricious meal...

Cooked in various way
I relish the feast before me
Victims, decorticated today
All part of my recipe