| Dark streets and rainy weather
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| My hometown’s face
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| Darkness falls and I feel better
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| Upcoming rage
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| As the night has begun
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| My work soon leaves its trace
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| But it has to be done
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| And there is no better place
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| Off the crowded main streets
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| I make my way
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| I search for until alleys
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| Where bitches stray
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| Distant laughs coming near
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| Now my heart pounds faster
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| And I know the time is here
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| And my job is done at last
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| Cut the flesh from their pretty bodies
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| Spill the blood and damp th cries
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| Satisfied my thirst and my desir
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| As they lie there left to die
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| When sunrise beats the darkness
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| I lay my head
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| And dream of all the beauty
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| I put to rest
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| There on my bed all by myself
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| Surrounded by quiet and peace
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| Finally, I surrender to sleep
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| Cut the flesh from their pretty bodies
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| Spilled the blood in flimsy light
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| It was real! |
| Look at my hands so bloody
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| Now I await another dark — and morbid night
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| Cut the flesh from their pretty bodies
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| Spill the blood and damp the cries
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| To satisfy my thirst and my desires
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| As they lie there left to die |