Stalk them, prepare them, and fetch them Bind them, torture them, and kill them You are the master You fooled the coppers You felt the power In your bare hands Unparalleled pleasure When you took their lives Memories where not enough Trophies and photos Caught by the killings Didn't fulfil your needs First the Oteros were slain After that the Brights were sacrificed You left your mark You left your signature When you opened your hit kit Filled with your trademarks Suffocate till they pass out With tape, cirds and bags Suffocate twice until death And masturbate on their corpse Driven by the factor X And never feeling guilt Tears only for yourself Never for your projects Fantasies and search for fame Brought you down Unknown victims you only know Will thrive in your fantasies until you die