Blood dripping from my knife
Oops, I’ve taken another life.
My victims are dead,
They died in their bed.
My victims are free,
From others worse than me.
I wipe the blade and put it in my pocket.
Now it’s time to dispose of the body,
I took out the trash
Now to turn on the gas
And leave a candle burning as they pass.
Getting out of there really fast,
Leaving nothing behind
And far in the past.