Текст песни Psycho Babble - Devilment

Psychobabble
The wind is far from quiet
In the autumnal leaves
But I want the city whipped
For it quickens my needs
I cut my losses from the prophets of light
I disappear, ticking fear
For my realm is the night
Come darkness
Death will never sleep again
Sweet is the meat...
The glut of sluts on the street
Fresh abortions in an alley of flies
Come darkness
I′ll creep and I'll reap again
Turning trick for treat
Yes I too can be discreet
Best throw caution, my reveal′s never nice
Walk faster now
The taste of defeat in the pace I keep
Snapping at your heels, I feel
Exhilarated waiting for the kill
Razor blades are running riot
On the nape of your neck
Is it rape, is it murder, is it pain you expect?
I trip the brittle little steps of your life
I'm coming down and around
Making stains with a knife
Come darkness
Death will never sleep again
Prise be the chase
The joy of toying with a face
Too long your naked form's been the prize
Come darkness
I′ll creep and I′ll reap again
But best is the rest
Of the score, but can you guess
What wrongs I shall perform for your eyes?
Your vacant eyes
They make me want to pant and rant
And act on my despise
When did you know?
When did the madness start to show?
Through the cracks in my humanity
Black lights to all abode's
Corroded lack of sanity
My senses heightened to the cusp of
Overload
Set to project, duly tightened to explode
With lithe precision my incisions are
Bestowed
A gift of opened flowers
Red and fragrant as the rose
Talk faster now
Slur the words in that perfect purr I heard
As bubbles burst on lips
Growing thick and slick
With fate masticated and spilled
Come darkness
I′ll creep and I'll reap again
Turning trick for treat
Yes I too can be discreet
Best throw caution, my reveal′s never nice
Come darkness
Death will never sleep again
Sweet is the meat...
The glut of sluts on the street
Fresh abortions in an alley of flies