jack the ripper you are running around i ve never mislead except when i m the boom boom boom in your head my love is a war and war is profound my name is still the only one that they ve never found and you are weak and alone alone in my world a world that s going boom boom boom have you heard in love with a whore the method is sound it s cold and calculated as a countdown i don t really give a fucking shit anymore fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning hey hey pretty things can you say who i really am i m that slick black cat in the bright just city jack the ripper true i haven t a care so buyer beware or next time it s boom boom life isn t fair i ll fuck with your head you ll thank me instead and promise my identity is left unsaid and you can only agree you re like a grenade i ll toss you into mayhem while i m getting paid paid for your loss a terrible cost and one that i can seemingly never exhaust i don t really give a fucking shit anymore fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning hey hey pretty things can t you say who i really am i m that slick black cat in the bright just city just city i don t really give a fucking shit anymore fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning hey hey pretty things can t you say who i really am i m that slick black cat in the bright just city 