Murder wears a pretty face;
Murder wears a pretty lace;
Murder bears a pretty scar;
Murder stalks you, from afar.
I can hear you laughing, laughing,
Laughing in the shower;
I can hear you singing, singing,
Singing as you dress;
I can hear you stepping, stepping,
Stepping down the stairs;
I can feel your arm beneath me,
I catch you unawares;
I can sense the life within you;
As my knife sinks deep within you;
As your heart beats deep within you;
As your death draws close within you;
All your faith is gone; Ah yes!
Your blood upon my lips; Ah yes!
I gasp and moan and writhe and groan...
New life flows in my veins; Ah yes!
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