I saw the body behind your door,
You said you'd never done it before.

You thought you had surely found the cure,
Just one more kill and you'll be pure.

Just one more knife, just one more child
You thought of her with a ghastly smile.

She's a prostitute on East and Third,
no one will know that it even occurred.

Garlic in hand, coffin and stake,
We knew letting you live had been a mistake.