Phone line cut
Enters the house
Your life is in my hands
Bound with a rope
Hung by the throat
Family of four no more
Dennis Rader
A rubik's cube of identities
Just like me and you
I like to bind them
I like to torture them
I like to kill them
Call me btk
Seven in the ground
Many more to go
Factor x in full swing
Serial killer on the prowl
Belt around the neck
Whispered in her ear
Watching the blank expression
While she enters her death here
I like to bind them
I like to torture them
I like to kill them
Call me btk
Twenty-five years of silence
Malignant narcissist
The need for attention
When the monster enters his brain
I like to bind them
I like to torture them
I like to kill them
Call me btk
A slow agonizing death a slow agonizing death
When he takes your breath
Ready to start infliction
A physical pain his addiction
I like to bind them
I like to torture them
I like to kill them
Call me btk
I like to kill them
Call me btk
I like to torture them
Call me btk
I like to bind them
I like to strangle them
I like to taste their death
Call me btk