In The Night Time

In your eyes

Is the truth

Slip your head into the noose.

Okay?

There you lay

In your bed

I'll put an axe through your head.

Ecstasy?

As you smile

I'll thrust the knife

Into your paper bag

A new one, every night.

Another book on sale today

Killed 10 whores

With a food mixer

Hooray?

Books and films

Promote the scheme

That woman are only bred to be raped

Hear the screams on the screen.

She lays spread eagled

In the dark

Bound and gagged

Just a sound - a beating heart

He's the king

Mounting his throne

But in truth a nobody

All alone

Theres money to be made

From murder and *** slaves

Read the papers

Today?

****** made a bomb

From those now gone

To the open graves

Of yesterday