Living In Sin

In the stealth of night You may find me creeping Pursuing my prey On a midnight reaping I slither and slink Without the slightest of sound As I silently make my way Through the unsuspecting town My killing blade Tucked neatly away As I cautiously stalk My next deserving prey Visions of my last Fill my filthy little head As I relish in the fact That another sinner is dead F... all these people Who pretend to be just and clean While behind closed doors They‘re all bigger hypocrites and fiends As they all pray by day And fornicate in the same breath I am the night’s judge and jury And I sentence them to death It gives me great pleasure To be Satan’s next of kin To punish all these f...ing pretenders Who are comfortably living in sin