We who end lives with a wink and a smile
And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye
Do so with a noble purpose in mind:
To thin out the rabble of humankind

We are never where you think
We´ll be
The shadow underneath your sink
Our teeth into
Your fragile flesh
Is ours to do with as we
«Please! Oh, help me!»

Here come the cadaver dogs:
They´ll find where the dead girl lies:
Unlike us, they´ll be soft with her
Like she were made of eyes

«Street musician found strangled
In the trunk of a car»
«Gutted vagrant found hanging
From a tree in a park»
«Naked infant found frozen
On some steps leading down»
«Headless foetus found rotting
On the roof of a house»

Recycle the body pits
And human cluster dumps
Filled with the burnt, the stabbed
And the lucky machinegunned

There are no victims
Just landfill statistics
Where overpopulation threatens us all:
«Disordered thinking:»
Is that what they call it?
So, our culling (of) the herd has left you appalled?

(Or,) see it as a self-defense
If no other way:
Encroaching humans number our days:
Probe the young for signs
To no effect:
Serial killing´s not a birth defect

Here come the cadaver dogs:
They´ll find where the dead man lies:
Unlike us, they´ll be soft with him
Like he were thinning ice