You're Next - Ode To Ted Bundy

I know everything about you, coffee order, sweet
Two sugars in, a morning treat
I know the way you lock your door
The little things I’m waiting for
I follow the path you walk each night
Under that dim and yellow light
You think you’re safe, but I’m inside your head
I’m already here, waiting

Your key turns slow, I count the time
I feel your heartbeat matching mine
You call your mom, you say “all good”
I’m smiling in your neighborhood

You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! (hey!)
You’re my best, my best
No stress, no mess
Yes, yes, yes! (hey!)
I’m so blessed, I’m blessed
Never confess, confess
You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next!

I’m in your closet, with your clothes
Breathing in the perfume, chanel number five
I fixed the lock you thought was broke
This is my favorite game, you know
I hear the elevator groan
You’re coming up, you’re all alone
Your tired sigh, your shuffling feet
Our little meeting’s almost complete

You pause outside, you feel me close
A quiet wrong, a sense of dread
Too late to run, too late to pray
The ending’s written, I just play

(spoken) I dreamed about your final sound. Not the scream. The silence after. When the fight is gone. It’s like a melody... and I get to write it. Just for you.

No name, no face, just my design!
You’re the perfect, killing kind!
A work of art, a final rhyme!
I’ve been waiting such a long, long time!

(You’re next)
One... two...
(The lock turns)
Three... four...
(You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead)

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─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── • Contest Entry: POV OF A SERIAL KILLER @ Viibrmusic.com Write a song from a real serial killer’s POV (Bundy, Dahmer, etc.) or create a fictional villain! Any genre goes! NOTICE: NO ONE WAS HURT OR KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS SONG. By Thomas Bock at Paradise Studio @ParadiseStudio MIMA-755C7371 ────────────────────────────────────────── (Hey... hey...) (You’re dead next) I know everything about you, coffee order, sweet Two sugars in, a morning treat I know the way you lock your door The little things I’m waiting for I follow the path you walk each night Under that dim and yellow light You think you’re safe, but I’m inside your head I’m already here, waiting Your key turns slow, I count the time I feel your heartbeat matching mine You call your mom, you say “all good” I’m smiling in your neighborhood You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! (hey!) You’re my best, my best No stress, no mess Yes, yes, yes! (hey!) I’m so blessed, I’m blessed Never confess, confess You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! I’m in your closet, with your clothes Breathing in the perfume, chanel number five I fixed the lock you thought was broke This is my favorite game, you know I hear the elevator groan You’re coming up, you’re all alone Your tired sigh, your shuffling feet Our little meeting’s almost complete You pause outside, you feel me close A quiet wrong, a sense of dread Too late to run, too late to pray The ending’s written, I just play You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! (hey!) You’re my best, my best No stress, no mess Yes, yes, yes! (hey!) I’m so blessed, I’m blessed Never confess, confess You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! (spoken) I dreamed about your final sound. Not the scream. The silence after. When the fight is gone. It’s like a melody... and I get to write it. Just for you. No name, no face, just my design! You’re the perfect, killing kind! A work of art, a final rhyme! I’ve been waiting such a long, long time! You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! (hey!) You’re my best, my best No stress, no mess Yes, yes, yes! (hey!) I’m so blessed, I’m blessed Never confess, confess You’re dead next! (hey!) You’re next! (You’re next) One... two... (The lock turns) Three... four... (You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead)

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