Eternal Monster

He's a monster, he's a killer, he knows he's wrong
Don't even remember what went on
He's got a switch that clicks in his head
Next day
So many turn up dead

He's a murderer, he craves the action
internal satisfaction
eventual police inaction
the media has an attraction
society lacks passion, no morals to stop it
stop listening about it
new story on the news
everything else diffused
new 15 minutes given
everybody smitten, little sickened
covered eyes, love of death
is a given

It burns his blood after a few days of sleep
getting up, blood is food
like his own personal meat
Who could do this
He can and does, a man he once was
now the silhouette of a man
no one sees him, hides behind his hands
yet happy to have fans
waiting for his last stand

Stands tall, never gets caught
Oh such a wonderful idea
nice thought, it's true
walking in your neighborhood
your neighbor, your friend
the deaths continue
and will never end.