Paranoid Visions Murder Most Foul

Live studio recording of a track taken from the album Cryptic Cross Words available from Murder Most Foul Murder most foul, they cry, there s a body in the woods Battered, beaten, raped and shot, half buried in the mud. She never stood a chance they said, the bullet killed the pain Gagged and bound and tortured first, then left out in the rain. Sick men walk amongst us daily, evil to the core, to take a life, it s pure delight, and they ll come back for more. Monsters, dressed up for the kill, hunt victims after dark, this is not a film, it s happening, so don t walk through the park Murder most foul, they say, the air is thick tonight, The killing fields are cold and steel, now someone s going to die Media frenzy, headlines scream, a killer s on the loose Each day this curse is getting watching you Don t walk through the park