I see her in the bed; she's gone to sleep.
Wake up, Love, satisfy my lust.
My hand is wrapped around the knife.
I can't wait to see your flow of blood.
I can't wait to watch it fall.
Are you afraid to be a ghost?

But already in life, you're just a ghost.
You're lucky your floor is soft to break your fall.
I lean over to see my reflection in your pool of blood.
Before I leave I'll have to clean my knife.
I hope you thank me for your everlasting sleep.
Too bad I'll need to find someone else; you didn't satisfy my lust.

In your kitchen I run the water and wash my knife.
I think about your fragile ghost.
I remember the sound you made as you hit the floor from your fall.
I'm glad you're forever going to sleep.
I need to leave now so I can satisfy my lust.
As I leave I still smell your blood.

I'm on the hunt to quench my lust.
I'm on the hunt to find more blood.
I hope my next prey hasn't already fallen victim to sleep.
As I walk I breathe in the cold air of my favorite season; Autumn.
I pull my hand out of my pocket and stare at my sparklingly clean knife.
I can't help but think of your jealous I am of you; I wish so and to be nothing more than a ghost.

Through the window I can hear the pulse of your blood.
You sir, are about to have eternal sleep.
Maybe you will satisfy my lust.
I can't wait to see your ghost.
I can't wait to see you fall.
You're about to meet my knife.

I'm clumsy, and through your window I fall.
Give it back; you've taken my knife!
You're granted my wish; I'll be a ghost.
Thank you, Sir, for stopping my lust.
I feel it flowing out of me, soaking me; my hot , sticky blood.
Thank God I can finally get some sleep.

I'll go to sleep now and when I awaken I'll let you know what it's like to be a ghost.
It seems to be that only my blood was what could have ever cured my lust.
I love my knife. I love my fall.

I literally want to see you die
I want to stab you in the eye
I want to see and make you cry
And let me tell you why

Why I want to slit your neck
Why I want to see you wreck
Why I want you buried below the deck
Why? I'll tell you in a sec...

Before or after I hang you by your nose
Before or after I cut off your toes
Before or after? Nobody really knows
Before or After... okay here it goes

The reason I want to tear you apart
The reason I want to leave your dead body in a cart
The reason truly comes from the heart
So, let's begin from the start

The night you became a witch
The morning that you became a *****
The afternoon you made me scream high pitch
The evening that you will find yourself in a ditch

The story is too long and you already know it
If my emotions got hit, you'd never quit
You know your eyes lit, cause you're a *******
And that's why your skin has got to split

So say "goodbye"
Tonight, you shall die
From my heart you shall no longer get high
Because even you know, it was all a lie.

Seeking those lonely ones,
Every step watched, *dark shadows hidden,
Ritual of the **** *planned, prepared, precision,  
Is the key to the departing of life,
All will fear that moment,
Looking behind as well as in front,
Kill or be killed,
Is the reaction to that moment of a death,
Life is in their control,
Let the blood seep,
Every moment is a last lingering  breath,
Right now you realise your **time is up.

Drip, drip.
The lovely red.
Drips from the veins.
Inside of your head.

Drip, drop, drip, drop.
I think your dead.
So much blood.
The pretty red.

Onto the concrete.
Blood stains on the walls.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Heard in empty halls.

The pleasant drip.
As your heart stops.
Like rose petals on snow.
Such lovely red drops.

Blood let's us live.
Blood also can ****.
It delivers the poison.
Brought in by the pill.

Dripping, dripping.
None left inside.
Without anymore blood.
Your carcass is dried.

I sit here in misery
"My hands shake"
I scream at a reflection
Me, Me, Me
Will I be that which I need to be.

(chorus)
I need crimson flushed over me
I need crimson within me
I need to see the misery
I need too see cold eyes in front of me.

I cry at the moments of misery
She is the mistress of needed lust
Will she not answer my prayers
I will never wash it away from me.

(chorus)
I need crimson flushed over me
I need crimson within me,
I need to see the misery
I need too see cold eyes in front of me.

Will I ever bleed enough crimson,
There is beauty in the bleeding  
To  feed her greed,
Will she be satisfied as I am in misery.
I have left crimson cold on the ground
Will I ever see her my **crimson queen.

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
J. Morrison

AR-15, 100 shot drum magazine
.40 cal Glock semi-auto
Full body armor, riot helmet
Yes, I'm ready for the show

Yes, after all those years
Being the good, smart boy
Getting good marks
Always being polite
Pablo has finally invited me
To the "Magic Theatre"

Now all the Steppenwolves of my mind
Begin to run, teeth dripping with blood
Laughing and howling as they begin the hunt

Power vibrates through me
To the throbbing of the weapons
The screaming of the prey
Until all the magazines are empty

And I'm left alone again
Just the police asking the meaningless questions
And far away the Steppenwolf
Runs through the shadows.

Brian Patrick

Cold blooded, darkly dripping
Teeth; long, sharp and oozing red
Nails extending beyond the reach
Wings embracing the night sky

Beelzebub scans the upper crust
His cantations include the depth of misery
The collector of souls and destroyer of flesh
The Rake, the conveyor of death

After the vernal equinox, preparations to begin
The first of the year yields way to St. Wineblad
Blood, body and soul gathered
More to continue for Walpurgis

As the sun sets, the three-eyed raven appears
The signal propels The Rake to flight
Searching, searching for worthy sacrifants
Low over the cornfields he marks his prey