How Do You Explain Murder?

What dark evil powers, has Satan held in secret, in escrow, till when he feels like feeding And innocent souls serve him as his fuel When his disciples, crazed and spellbound... become his soul controlled tool I have had my taste of murder, It's touched my life more than once, It's burned dark scars, inside my head, Before my eyes... I've seen the live... turned into the dead And this at a tender age, impressive it well was In a way so negative effecting, this evil that one does No way you can explain it, At least not to me, I've seen it, Up close and personal, A sight I hope you never see.