I’m the illest of killers, keep names of my victims
On a hand written list on the side of my fridge
Don’t ask me reasons why I may have picked them
My actions are twisted, my mind even sicker.
My favourite method is drowning.
I still hear the sounds when they scream in my sleep but I’m not sad about it
Pieces of you on the floor, doubt I’ll be caught
Though you know forever I will cherish the thought
Of the moments spent together before you spent the last of yours

I picked you up put you in the trunk
You were quiet, no, silent.
With the bag over you, you couldn’t say much
To feel your touch just wasn’t enough
I had to keep going ‘till I used you all up

I’m a cereal killer seriously ill
A psychological pain, psycho logic ingrained
Sick sane and defeated know that I need this
And I need no reasons these personal demons
Insane not for fame I’m just sick in the brain
Feeding my desires I crave.

It’s getting late contemplate clippings on my wall
You all thought you were special cause they put you in a catalogue?
When I was a child I burnt my toast on purpose
Learned to crush Coco Pops just to watch them burst
And see most their insides rise up to the surface
Birth a perfect pattern from the pieces that were this
Purposeless victim of my faded heart, haze of dark,
Open you up, deep cuts, tear you up to cup
You don’t seem very Cheerio my Honey Puff

Do you want me to stop? No sound so I spill you out
Snap crackle pop right into my mouth
No fear to be found in my delirium
Cause I kinda like the sound of a Sanitarium

I’m a cereal killer from breakfast ‘till dinner
A psychological pain, psycho logic ingrained
Sick sane and defeated know that I need this
And I need no reasons to crush ‘em like Weet-Bix
Insane not for fame I’m just sick in the brain
Feeding my desires I crave.