The clouds darkened the sky
and created this perfect mood
It's under this griseous sky
that I wait for my next victim to come
The night is wrapped in a veil of secrecy
Ready to perform my art
My adrenalin starts to flow
as a silhouette loomps up from the mist
As the steel enters the flesh
Caught, red handed 'n' locked away
Now revealing all my deeds
Let my truth cut through their souls
Even in imprisonment
Shall I persevere my atrocities
Preparations for my final masterpiece
When I join my subconscious world
They try to penetrate my brain
But don't understand the way I think
That's why they can't approve mi sins
No punishment can make me pay for what I did
My atheistical views of life, appaling them
with a feeling of disgust
My art not appreciated
Their psychiatric help, a pathetic way to heal
Refuse to seek refuge in any godly form
The clouds darkened the sky
and created this perfect mood
It's under this griseous sky
that I wait for my next victim to come
The night is wrapped in a veil of secrecy
Ready to perform my art
A mistake that leads me
to the deepest fear of my mind
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