Serial Killer
Slash's Snakepit Lyrics

Here we are alone now, just you and me
We are alone together now, with no one to stop me from doing what I want to do.

Down the halls we waltz, your end is in my dreams
I enjoy imagining your eventual demise as we walk together towards your death.

I want to be like him, he had a dreadful life
I look up to serial killers and want to be like them since I'm fascinated with their lifestyles.

I want to learn to shoot, I want to use a knife
I want to learn how to kill in various ways, so I can be more versatile in how I eliminate my victims.

I like the smell of fear that makes you paralyzed
I enjoy the fear that I cause in others since it makes them easier to control, detectable by its scent.

I am the boy next door who put that fear in your eyes
I am someone who seems benign and friendly on the surface, but I evoke fear in you that you can't see past.

I hope you can leave all this for yourself
I want you to see that it's in your best interest to escape while you still can.

I'll be your slave and then dig your grave
I will be eager to serve you and will follow your every command until the time comes for me to bury you in the grave that I dug for you.

While we're makin' love, I dream revolver
Even during an intimate encounter, I obsess over my dreams of using a gun to kill someone.

They say I'm crazy, falling apart
People often refer to me as insane or unstable.

Do you like the way I murdered your heart
Are you enjoying the mental and emotional damage that I'm inflicting on you?

I'm smart and cagey, I come in the night
I'm very clever and cautious with my movements and prefer to operate in the dark.

If you let me in, you'll give up your life
If you allow me into your life, you'll unwittingly surrender it to me, and I will destroy it.

He like to roll in the mud, up to his chin
I admire the behaviors and traits of other serial killers, and in this case, I'm referring to the pleasure they take in being dirty or muddy.

Now I open my head and let his voodoo in
I'm opening myself up to the dark forces involved in killing, which will further drive me towards becoming a serial killer.

I rode those sissy bars all the way to hell
I've endured many struggles in my life that culminate in my descent into madness as I head to Hell.

Sweet mother justice, I've heard it all
I've heard all of the excuses that people use to justify their actions or avoid punishment.

There's nothing left to tell
I've reached the end of my story or explanation, and there is no more to add.

And the man with the star says he knows you are
Law enforcement officers are on your trail, and are likely to arrest me or bring you to safety.

But I just keep singin' la dee dee dah
I remain contented and unaffected by the consequences of my actions, and still sing out in joy or boredom.

Boom, boom, bang, bang screams in the dark
The sounds of gunshots and other loud noises associated with violence echo through the dark space I occupy.

If you let him in, he'll murder your heart
If you allow me access to your heart or emotions, I'll eventually destroy them completely.

He's not the man you see at home
I seem like an entirely different person when I'm away from my usual surroundings.

He's someone else inside
My internal psyche is vastly different from what you see on the surface and is full of twisted desires.

His life's no longer his own
My life is no longer my own since my desire to kill controls my thoughts and actions.

Creepin' up when you're alone
I have a habit of sneaking up on people when they least expect it, usually when they're in vulnerable positions.

And now he stands inside
For the time being, I'm in a state of control and authority over my surroundings.

He wants to take you to hell
My end goal is to drag others down with me to Hell and experience eternal suffering with me.

But for him it's heaven
Even though the eventual destination is Hell, the short-term rewards and experiences that I enjoy feel like Heaven.

Sorry to say but you're not the only one
There are others who have fallen prey to my schemes and manipulation, and you are not unique in that regard.

You're not the lonely one that turned my light on
You weren't the only person to trigger my dark interest in murder and killing, but you were the one who pushed me over the edge and inspired me the most.

While I'll turned yours on, on, on...
Even though you had a role in my interest in murder, I also turned the tables and manipulated you into becoming more interested in it too.