BLVVD SPLASH
I just touched the vessels with the knife that opened the corpse, It soiled my clothes and it has to be washed, I hope that body was not cursed, I hit the artery and got a bloody splash in my face... I feel the devil every night, He wants to take my life, Many cops huntin' for my head, But let them try to kill the dead, For them I will make another splash, In any case, I won't end up in the grid, They'll ask for mercy, but I, in turn, will watch 'em bleed, You know that I lost pity, Now my mind controls insanity, FOR MY MONSTER YOU'RE JUST A SINNER I hunt on my own in the night, Those who walked at that moment on the street are destined to die, I'm sober and I don't need to dry, Huh, Do you still consider me a killer? Huh, I am a judge who came from the sky, Huh, Only sinners are on my list of victims, AND YES I'M BLACKENED TO THE LIMBS
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