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Childhood came with violence Torturing pets with no sense Freak behavior and sexual fetish Women's underwear rise my appetite Common life's got no fun House, wife, job...such an easy run... I need some escape to put in order My secret need involving slaughter I will...bind...torture...kill The days in witchita are passing slow Sometimes feel like losing control Abruptly boring passes away I guess I've just found my way It's necessary contacting press Bestowing crimes that weren't mine In fact, feed surrounding thrill And call myself bind, torture, kill I´m the...bind...torture...kill Just as cold as a stone I calculate when you're alone Watch out particularities To please mental injuries Now my name has got my goal Media, news and tv shows Dennis rader lived until The whole world knew the bind, torture, kill I´m the...bind...torture...kill