BTK (Bind,Torture,kill.)

Verse 1
In Wichita town, nineteen seventy-four,
He walked through a family’s unlocked door.
Otero name, he left them still,
Said, “I’m a monster — bind, torture, kill.”

Chorus
BTK, hear the devil speak,
In letters he sent, week by week.
“I need help with this problem inside,
The code words are bind, torture, kill,” he cried.

Verse 2
He watched the houses, studied their ways,
Turned quiet nights into judgment days.
“It’s a factor X, that drives me on,”
The mask and rope, the daylight gone.

Chorus
BTK, hear the devil speak,
In letters he sent, week by week.
“I’m a monster who lives for the thrill,
The code words are bind, torture, kill.”

Bridge
He asked the police, “Can a floppy be traced?”
His pride was the crack, the mask erased.
DNA spoke, and his lies ran dry,
A church man caught in his own dark tie.

Verse 3
“I had them in hand, they were mine to play,”
His words still echo to this day.
Thirty years hiding, a family man still,
But the world won’t forget BTK’s will.

Final Chorus
BTK, hear the devil speak,
In his own words, cold and bleak.
“I’m a monster, with urges to fill,
The code words are bind, torture,kill."

Alternative, industrial outlet, witchhouse elements, male,Gothic,nu metal ballad