Jack the Ripper

Be driven by the symptoms
Of a beast in a man’s suit
Eradicate the obsession
And delusions will grow against
The son, the father and the holy ghost
I will not satisfy my desire
Until the last throat’s been sliced
And darkness taints my heart
From hell, I’ve created a funeral
Oh, My dear Polly
You’re a queen within whores
But tonight we destroy the crown
I’ll drain your body
At Bucks Row I achieve
The finest mutilation
Bloodshed awakes and shakes the whole nation
It’s my redemption
Evil awakes and terrifies population
Whitechapel’s alleys
They won’t fix me
I’m down on whores
I shall not quit ripping them
I love my work
I’ll slit your fucking throat
I’ll stab you again and again whore
I will stab you slut
I will not satisfy my desire