noel411
12-10-2006, 11:52 PM
The dark recess of his mind, not exposed to those outside,
He appears to be together, but down below the doubt hides,
Without pride he is nothing so he searches for success,
Yearns to be the best but is hurting from the stress,
It alerts him to the mess that was his troubled early years,
An unfortunate fate would create a world he fears,
He just wanted to fit in with the rich and prestigious,
But felt he was an outcast like a witch or a midget,
Though he’d talk cocky and gloat, he walked a rocky road,
His true emotions were something that he rarely showed,
So much built up tension he was scared he’d explode,
But this decay stayed at bay and was barely exposed,
He rose in status in the professional world,
Found himself a beautiful and respectable girl,
He knows it matters to her that he tries hard,
But deep down his wealth is a lie, a façade,
He tries his best to impress her but still feels inferior,
He’s like a shiny new Porsche with a battered interior,
Unable to focus, his career starts to slip,
At last his girl parts with his heart in a grip,
Now an abundance of disappearing cases occur,
The names are all female, and they all look like her,
Excercising power and control to cure his chagrin,
Using manipulative techniques to lure a catch in,
Few could compare to his guile, and fewer could match him,
He mapped out traps for the girls he was snatching,
He’d wear a plaster cast and ask for assistance,
To carry books to his car, parked not a far distance-
Away, he’d say and they displayed little resistance,
He practiced this tactic in more than one instance,
Remains were eventually found in the form of scattered bones,
The most notable of which were some worn and battered domes,
The zone full of bones, torn, shattered and thrown,
Rookie cops were warned to leave the matter alone,
Cause even vets were left with more questions than answers,
And the best had stress that festered like cancer,
The chance to bring the man to justice finally came late-
One night when they pulled over car with the same traits,
As the one described by many young ladies,
Who had been approached by a man in a cast who seemed shady,
The officer removed what he described as a “rape kit”-
From the car, put it into a bag and then taped it,
The kit included a balaclava and handcuffs,
As evidence in court items likely to stand up,
The case built against him was to demand tough-
Defense, and he’s tense cause he’s sensed that the can’s rough,
Only he’s man enough to handle the case,
His complacency shows when he stands in the place,
Of his own defense, representing himself,
With access to the books on the law library’s shelves,
The case was based on the testimony of one-
Girl who had escaped a murder/rape and then run,
He’s convicted but only for kidnap and assault,
And continues studying texts from the library vault,
While sentencing is temporarily brought to a halt,
He’s doing more than just learning, and when this is clear,
He jumps from a window and then disappears,
But his ankle's hurt in the fall so he never strolls far,
And is picked up as the driver of an out of control car,
His cold heart so fatigued he gives very little fight,
And in his new cell he lives with very little light,
But he still sits at night writing letters to his army-
Of fans, who stand by his side denying calmly,
That this man could plan or conspire to harm me,
They see him above them, looking down as his palms bleed,
The light in his room was dim for a reason,
You might think this gloom was to simply displease him,
The fixture was damaged and they were delaying repairs,
And left a metal plate which slowly he tears,
From the ceiling revealing a narrow escape route,
People joking about how he’ll soon get the cape out,
Compared to Houdini, this time he’s able to get far,
This carefully planned new scheme has enabled a head start,
The form left under the sheets of his bed sparks-
Little suspicion, so that night his cell is left dark,
They find out the next day, but by then it’s too late,
Cause he’s well on his way, and he’s crossed many states,
But soon the old urges come back to haunt him,
And this is where the story becomes the most daunting,
Taunting the cops with unspeakable acts,
Unable to stop his most lethal attack,
Creeps through the back door of a boarding house,
As quiet and discreet on his feet as a mouse,
A piece of firewood was his weapon that night,
So quiet the girls couldn’t put up a fight,
Clubbed them right on the head while they still slept,
When he left, two dead was the tally he kept,
Crept out the front door as a girl entered the rear,
Stepped in the shadows and remained centered with fear,
When the cops arrive it’s five hysterical girls who greet them,
Inside they find two girls dead and two beaten,
Weakened by the sight, but the night’s only just started,
Cause the lust had not been hushed when he parted,
To crush that lust is a must for the heartless,
They’ll trust their gut till they’ve had enough, regardless,
He needs to flush that lust right out of his system,
So he finds another house with more potential victims,
He's in a rush so he hasn't got much time to pick them,
And no time for the fancy schemes he used to trick them,
Spots a girl through a window who doesn't know doom awaits,
And proceeds to bludgeon, with blows to the face,
But all of this commotion arose her room mates,
Who called the cops who arrived not a moment too late,
Though at first glance they can't believe she'd survived,
They're soon surprised to find her breathing and alive,
The perpetrator steals a van from nearby,
Which he uses to commit his last severe crime,
He steers by a school with drool on his lips,
Spots a kid who resists, so he pulls on her hips,
To drag her inside the high and wide vehicle,
Her cries dry and fearful, her eyes wide and tearful,
She’d be his youngest known victim, and also his final,
The van was abandoned with blood on the vinyl,
And replaced with a Beetle with shiny black seats,
Which a cop spots crawling along the back streets,
It provokes his suspicion, so he calls it in,
And meanwhile pulls the man over, stalling him,
The results come back, the car was recently reported-
Stolen, but the initial arrest attempt is thwarted,
When he shakes the Jake and makes a break while being escorted-
To the back seat of the patrol car, the cop fires shots in the air,
The assailant promptly stops, and drops right there,
But when the cop tries to cuff him, another fight flares,
The nightmare finally over when the stunned cop prevails,
The assailant wishing he was dead as another scheme fails,
They’re not sure who’ve they’ve caught as he’s brought to the jail,
And are shocked when they finally learn all the details,
He fails to make a confession in that questioning session,
Gives vague answers to keep them guessing and test them,
He rejected numerous public defendants,
So again on him his defense was dependent,
If convicted it was likely that death was the sentence,
He committed his crimes in a state which supports the-
Death penalty, and so the hordes thought he-
Must wanna die, and would fry accordingly,
In this trial there was a pile of evidence,
Though the defendant stays calm and is almost never tense,
The most important exhibit came from a dental surgeon,
In the form of X-ray and photo and the way that they merged in-
When layed on top of one another, you could see a clear blend,
The photo showed bite marks on a victim’s rear end,
The dental scan was of the defendant, now down in the stands,
There is commotion as they disclose what was found in the van.
In the back there was dirt which had traces of blood,
Also red clothing fibers were placed in the mud,
Which matched a garment his last victim was wearing,
On the day she died, it was clear when comparing,
The blood types matched both defendant and victim,
There was now enough evidence to get a conviction,
The jury returned with the verdict, ordering death,
The defendant showed no distress, no shortage of breath,
An execution date was set, but repeatedly delayed,
Appeals were launched but denied, no matter what he’d say,
He was staunch and he tried, but the judge could not be swayed,
He was at peace with his priest, found release when he prayed,
The days turned to months and he finally came to grips,
With the fact they’ve got him trapped and they’re not gonna flip,
At last he starts confessing, speaking with deep hurt,
Begging they preserve him for psychological research,
He turns to desperation as death is closing in,
Finally accepting the reality that death has chosen him,
Blaming pornography, and violent forms of entertainment-
For his violent sexual slayings, was simply so the blame went-
To sources other than himself, never losing his pride,
Concealing his true feelings and choosing to hide,
When the day came for his meeting with the chair,
It revealed his fear of dying, he was crying with despair,
He sent love to his family while the frying was prepared,
By an executioner whose mask was hiding tied up hair,
Which when released would reach at least to her shoulders,
It was a woman at the switch holding it as controller,
Volts whipped through his body as she lowered the switch,
Avenging the deaths of all the girls he had murdered and ditched,
In parks and rivers, some never to be found,
Their carcasses hidden, some buried underground,
The few who had died in their homes, received proper farewells,
Those who were slayed so sadistically, he never dared tell-
The location of the bodies, now probably so decomposed,
That the horrors they endured remain something only he knows,
That he will take to his grave or maybe burn with his body,
This song speaks of a release that turned to a hobby,
And the biggest tragedy is that this story is true,
And though it doesn’t involve me, and nor does it you,
We’re all victims of a flawed and misguided society,
But this depiction is more than you allow your eyes to see.
Thanks to anybody who read this far.
He appears to be together, but down below the doubt hides,
Without pride he is nothing so he searches for success,
Yearns to be the best but is hurting from the stress,
It alerts him to the mess that was his troubled early years,
An unfortunate fate would create a world he fears,
He just wanted to fit in with the rich and prestigious,
But felt he was an outcast like a witch or a midget,
Though he’d talk cocky and gloat, he walked a rocky road,
His true emotions were something that he rarely showed,
So much built up tension he was scared he’d explode,
But this decay stayed at bay and was barely exposed,
He rose in status in the professional world,
Found himself a beautiful and respectable girl,
He knows it matters to her that he tries hard,
But deep down his wealth is a lie, a façade,
He tries his best to impress her but still feels inferior,
He’s like a shiny new Porsche with a battered interior,
Unable to focus, his career starts to slip,
At last his girl parts with his heart in a grip,
Now an abundance of disappearing cases occur,
The names are all female, and they all look like her,
Excercising power and control to cure his chagrin,
Using manipulative techniques to lure a catch in,
Few could compare to his guile, and fewer could match him,
He mapped out traps for the girls he was snatching,
He’d wear a plaster cast and ask for assistance,
To carry books to his car, parked not a far distance-
Away, he’d say and they displayed little resistance,
He practiced this tactic in more than one instance,
Remains were eventually found in the form of scattered bones,
The most notable of which were some worn and battered domes,
The zone full of bones, torn, shattered and thrown,
Rookie cops were warned to leave the matter alone,
Cause even vets were left with more questions than answers,
And the best had stress that festered like cancer,
The chance to bring the man to justice finally came late-
One night when they pulled over car with the same traits,
As the one described by many young ladies,
Who had been approached by a man in a cast who seemed shady,
The officer removed what he described as a “rape kit”-
From the car, put it into a bag and then taped it,
The kit included a balaclava and handcuffs,
As evidence in court items likely to stand up,
The case built against him was to demand tough-
Defense, and he’s tense cause he’s sensed that the can’s rough,
Only he’s man enough to handle the case,
His complacency shows when he stands in the place,
Of his own defense, representing himself,
With access to the books on the law library’s shelves,
The case was based on the testimony of one-
Girl who had escaped a murder/rape and then run,
He’s convicted but only for kidnap and assault,
And continues studying texts from the library vault,
While sentencing is temporarily brought to a halt,
He’s doing more than just learning, and when this is clear,
He jumps from a window and then disappears,
But his ankle's hurt in the fall so he never strolls far,
And is picked up as the driver of an out of control car,
His cold heart so fatigued he gives very little fight,
And in his new cell he lives with very little light,
But he still sits at night writing letters to his army-
Of fans, who stand by his side denying calmly,
That this man could plan or conspire to harm me,
They see him above them, looking down as his palms bleed,
The light in his room was dim for a reason,
You might think this gloom was to simply displease him,
The fixture was damaged and they were delaying repairs,
And left a metal plate which slowly he tears,
From the ceiling revealing a narrow escape route,
People joking about how he’ll soon get the cape out,
Compared to Houdini, this time he’s able to get far,
This carefully planned new scheme has enabled a head start,
The form left under the sheets of his bed sparks-
Little suspicion, so that night his cell is left dark,
They find out the next day, but by then it’s too late,
Cause he’s well on his way, and he’s crossed many states,
But soon the old urges come back to haunt him,
And this is where the story becomes the most daunting,
Taunting the cops with unspeakable acts,
Unable to stop his most lethal attack,
Creeps through the back door of a boarding house,
As quiet and discreet on his feet as a mouse,
A piece of firewood was his weapon that night,
So quiet the girls couldn’t put up a fight,
Clubbed them right on the head while they still slept,
When he left, two dead was the tally he kept,
Crept out the front door as a girl entered the rear,
Stepped in the shadows and remained centered with fear,
When the cops arrive it’s five hysterical girls who greet them,
Inside they find two girls dead and two beaten,
Weakened by the sight, but the night’s only just started,
Cause the lust had not been hushed when he parted,
To crush that lust is a must for the heartless,
They’ll trust their gut till they’ve had enough, regardless,
He needs to flush that lust right out of his system,
So he finds another house with more potential victims,
He's in a rush so he hasn't got much time to pick them,
And no time for the fancy schemes he used to trick them,
Spots a girl through a window who doesn't know doom awaits,
And proceeds to bludgeon, with blows to the face,
But all of this commotion arose her room mates,
Who called the cops who arrived not a moment too late,
Though at first glance they can't believe she'd survived,
They're soon surprised to find her breathing and alive,
The perpetrator steals a van from nearby,
Which he uses to commit his last severe crime,
He steers by a school with drool on his lips,
Spots a kid who resists, so he pulls on her hips,
To drag her inside the high and wide vehicle,
Her cries dry and fearful, her eyes wide and tearful,
She’d be his youngest known victim, and also his final,
The van was abandoned with blood on the vinyl,
And replaced with a Beetle with shiny black seats,
Which a cop spots crawling along the back streets,
It provokes his suspicion, so he calls it in,
And meanwhile pulls the man over, stalling him,
The results come back, the car was recently reported-
Stolen, but the initial arrest attempt is thwarted,
When he shakes the Jake and makes a break while being escorted-
To the back seat of the patrol car, the cop fires shots in the air,
The assailant promptly stops, and drops right there,
But when the cop tries to cuff him, another fight flares,
The nightmare finally over when the stunned cop prevails,
The assailant wishing he was dead as another scheme fails,
They’re not sure who’ve they’ve caught as he’s brought to the jail,
And are shocked when they finally learn all the details,
He fails to make a confession in that questioning session,
Gives vague answers to keep them guessing and test them,
He rejected numerous public defendants,
So again on him his defense was dependent,
If convicted it was likely that death was the sentence,
He committed his crimes in a state which supports the-
Death penalty, and so the hordes thought he-
Must wanna die, and would fry accordingly,
In this trial there was a pile of evidence,
Though the defendant stays calm and is almost never tense,
The most important exhibit came from a dental surgeon,
In the form of X-ray and photo and the way that they merged in-
When layed on top of one another, you could see a clear blend,
The photo showed bite marks on a victim’s rear end,
The dental scan was of the defendant, now down in the stands,
There is commotion as they disclose what was found in the van.
In the back there was dirt which had traces of blood,
Also red clothing fibers were placed in the mud,
Which matched a garment his last victim was wearing,
On the day she died, it was clear when comparing,
The blood types matched both defendant and victim,
There was now enough evidence to get a conviction,
The jury returned with the verdict, ordering death,
The defendant showed no distress, no shortage of breath,
An execution date was set, but repeatedly delayed,
Appeals were launched but denied, no matter what he’d say,
He was staunch and he tried, but the judge could not be swayed,
He was at peace with his priest, found release when he prayed,
The days turned to months and he finally came to grips,
With the fact they’ve got him trapped and they’re not gonna flip,
At last he starts confessing, speaking with deep hurt,
Begging they preserve him for psychological research,
He turns to desperation as death is closing in,
Finally accepting the reality that death has chosen him,
Blaming pornography, and violent forms of entertainment-
For his violent sexual slayings, was simply so the blame went-
To sources other than himself, never losing his pride,
Concealing his true feelings and choosing to hide,
When the day came for his meeting with the chair,
It revealed his fear of dying, he was crying with despair,
He sent love to his family while the frying was prepared,
By an executioner whose mask was hiding tied up hair,
Which when released would reach at least to her shoulders,
It was a woman at the switch holding it as controller,
Volts whipped through his body as she lowered the switch,
Avenging the deaths of all the girls he had murdered and ditched,
In parks and rivers, some never to be found,
Their carcasses hidden, some buried underground,
The few who had died in their homes, received proper farewells,
Those who were slayed so sadistically, he never dared tell-
The location of the bodies, now probably so decomposed,
That the horrors they endured remain something only he knows,
That he will take to his grave or maybe burn with his body,
This song speaks of a release that turned to a hobby,
And the biggest tragedy is that this story is true,
And though it doesn’t involve me, and nor does it you,
We’re all victims of a flawed and misguided society,
But this depiction is more than you allow your eyes to see.
Thanks to anybody who read this far.