Dawn is near as I make a coat
After I ripped and slashed your throat
It brings me joy, I will not lie,
to drink the blood, off your thigh.
Cry for help, scream and bite,
most the fun is in the fight.
To the basement I drag the body
making coats, my favourite hobby.
Daily office life is such a bore,
so I stalk the night to find a whore.
No remorse when I see her pain.
Unless I'm caught I'll kill again.
Making coats, my favourite hobby.
After which, I eat the body.