Grim Sleeper by Warfront Lyrics

In the darkness of the streets
Lies a killer with an appetite to feast
As he chooses from the weak
Goes to add on more to his killing spree
Getting closer, he awaits
For his victim surely won't get away
Shooting, stabbing, butchery
All he knows now, death is his reality

Savage murder is the game
In his mind it's all he knows how to play
Stacking corpses of those he's slain
They are trophies in his sick, twisted brain
Doesn't see the individual
Only sees you as the weak, timid prey
When you see him, best to run
Thеre's no chance you'll evеr get to outrun his gun

There is no chance you'll ever get away
The grim sleeper keeps you as his prey