For about 1964, my bloody sea started spilling on floor
Artistic but criminal mind, the words used to flow from my knife
Running through the bodies in front of me
The first victim was killed in a very important date
People used to sing and celebrate, except the chosen girl
'Cause there's no holiday with no funeral
See my pictures and realize it
Get a glimpse of what's up
Are you ready to read the poem?
Will be attached on your body!
Psycological terror grows, no one knows where safety lies
Fear and colour associated by fear
Murderer instincts getting clear
Poland, you look so different now
I see red spilled all around
Twenty women, at least, in justice
Take me to the judge and rules
'Cause there's no holiday with no funeral
See my pictures and realize it
Get a glimpse of what's up
Is it so hard to recognize?
Killing and arts are sole!
Scenes of mutilation painted red
Poems describing beauty and death
Investigators were studying
My way of act in two years past
Even though my victims are no more
The gift of painting and poems are sure
" Nie ma szczęścia bez płaczu, nie ma życia bez śmierci
Uważaj, sprawie że będziesz płakać!!"
'Cause there's no holiday with no funeral
See my pictures and realize it
Get a glimpse of what's up
Can´t you feel you won't survive?
'Cause the red spider is here?
The red spider is here!
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