Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher`s cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher`s cleaver.
Your mind is bled, hunger`s been fed.
Every woman`s body par`, to some it`s meat, to me it`s art.
I`ve taken my need, left her my seed.
Autumn of terror, white chapel homicides.
Addiction for suffering, for all the whores that died. Send " Breakhouse" Ringtone to your Cell