These dark nights. Like a vampire in lust for blood. Somber nights of fear. I enter homes from locked doors and broken windows. From the shade, where I await during the day. When the sun falls, I'll return again with sharp metal that glistens off the streetlights. The glistening blinds you before you bleed. During the cool of night, I look for my prey. Whoever is brave enough to walk the streets this late at night. The sharp baiser of my blade is so deadly. In darkness you fall to your knees. Another sharp kiss from my blade, Across the...
Said Teacher as I kicked down Timmy's block tower. He screamed and cried. "Now look what you did. Beyond, time out." =( Timmy's a stupid cry baby!
I stole bubble gum from one of the big kids during recess. After I finished chewing it, during nap time I stretched it out and stuck it all over Sally's hair. Sally woke up sad, but I told her "Don't worry Sally. I'll help you get the gum out." I took scissors and cut her hair into patches. Sally's mom yelled and screamed. Sally had to wear a hat for a month.
I lied my drunken head, Upon the stones in the vineyard. And shut my restless eyes, Because sleep withholds the act of slashing. Where the horrors I've commited will repeat itself. Each night, the killings will haunt me through the dark. So I trembled away from the horrors that sent me here.
After weeks of long sleepless nights, I drifted with the thought of murder on my mind. With the strong smell of wine, That once inspired me to lift my blade. My head soundly pressed against the stones. Sleep... Is my only witness. ...
Je me suis mal souvent... C'est l'arnaque qui me donne un certain sentiment. Je saigne... Je suppose que j'ai été dans la luxure, Depuis trop longtemps. Mais, alors que ma lame est dans ma chair... Ma chair est une ouverture. Où l'obscurité environnante peut s'échapper en.
Je saigne... My life away. Et dans un sommeil paisible. Où j'ai crier à mes cauchemars Et dites-leur de s'en aller. Où mon sang est chaud inside out. Congélation pas plus.
Lay your glare on bad news Chouette Your claret covers razor blades You slumber into a dark abyss Finding the gleam to chase after.
To bring joy into your last days Silver metal to makes crimson and the taste of rust You lick the blood off of your knife, And cut your tongue against it's sharpness. Your victims lay their eyes on something dark. Once the life fades from their eyes Into the fire they go.
You grabbed her by the neck Squeezed the life out of her Wonderment filled your thoughts. As you stare blank at blood on...