Serial Killer

Another serial-killer's on the loose I read today
and once again I had to disagree with what they say
'cause I've been in his head and I know all their lies
and I know the answers to their questions and lies

They say he acts from inhumanity
They say he hates the thought of humility
But they have not heard his cries
as he reads the headlines of questions and lies

he gets high on evil high on violence
but he ain't mad he's only breaking the silence
that keeps him sheltered from all the smiles
and makes all his steps feel like miles

"Why does he do the things he does," you ask
and I give you a silent look
"Every day we hear of murderers,
and of the lives they took"

The world is spinning faster
and some just can't keep up
They're left behind by everything
even the successful will not stop

They get high on evil high on violence
but they ain't mad they're only breaking the silence
that keeps them sheltered from all the smiles
and makes all their steps feel like miles

So who, who are the real serial killers here
when we take such distance
from those who really needs us near

They get high on evil high on violence
but they ain't mad they're only breaking the silence
that keeps them sheltered from all the smiles
and makes all their steps feel like miles
 
1997 © Ingvild Gregersen



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