Nightlife
Walking down the alley, out of the bar
Walking past the dumpster
Hooker heels hanging over the edge
A slight chuckle from my lips as i see her severed head
Turning to a violent howl at the dishonored dead
I gnawed at the skin on my arm till it bleed
I will let it bleed while I sleep in my bed
Bed? Hah, I mean my garbage bin
On top of this hooker, I will sleep
Not now but later, I still must creep
I must feed myself off of the tears young couples weep
As I sever the connection by slitting the throat
Of the man, who's woman is wearing his coat
Her eyes well and water
Her thighs are wet as her virginity I slaughter
I leave her to rot, her pain enforced by my pleasure
I murder two cops , I knit one corpse a sweater
I move fast as the wind, I'm light as a feather
You won't even know I'm there when I use you for pleasure.
From 11pm to 6 depending on the season
Sometimes my work is abstract, sometimes there is a reason
From murder, to rape, to theft, to treason
Controlling the masses, I Am Legion.
The night is my playground, blood and pain are my swing and slide
I care not for my health, just whether you live, or I make you want to die.
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