Thrill of the Kill - Paragon

By the moonlight he stalks

Throught the city

See the glance in his eyes — so weired

Awaiting the innocent victim

Beware — the ripper is near

Off the beaten track

A coward attack

Blood spills on the ground

Staring in their eyes

Laughin' as they cry

Murder without a sound

Victims are to many to number

No one will ever know for sure

Backs to the wall — start screaming

12 inch blade’s comin' down on you

Call me maniac

Call me insane

But don’t call me guilty

Of society’s blame