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Can I shake you
So you hit your head?
Can I torture you
Until you bleed dead?
Let me have this
Mental pleasure.
Can you feel
That stiff cold pressure?
Can you breathe
The air I give you?
Concentrate on
What I do.
Can you feel the
Chaos excelling?
On my lips your
Blood is dwelling.
You should enjoy
These restraints.
Ignore your own
Stupid complaints.
"The door isn't shut."
--"So what?"
Are you not
Wanting them to see?
You only need
To be scared of me.
Jack My Ripper
A walk in the night
Leads me to you
You're standing there
Without a care
And not knowing what to do
I need a murder
And I've got my eye
Set on you
Quick slash to thethroat
Down your body goes
When they find you
Just lying around
They will look and see
That you are missing a heart
When they tear you apart
And they will know it was me
So legend will say I made
The twenty-first century.
Take Me
If I can't talk
Let me breathe
And if you smile
I promise to weep
Too old to know
Too young to tell
Let this sin
Take me to hell
If you could breathe
I'd let you talk
I see you crying
Let us take a walk
Too old to tell
Too young to know
Let this sin
Take me below
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