Yesterday she killed a man, seven past three in de early morning, A simply pleasure you can’t understand, even if its seems so alluring.
It’s nine o’clock, barely night, again she looking for a kill, Heart keeps throbbing, can’t keep quiet, another way to keep her hunger still.
A sweet sensation, a new life I taught her, showed the way, now she’s craving, for each night, murders will occur.
Twelve o’clock, our midnight hour, tonight’s the night, we dance our dance. Seems that all the grapes gone sour, turn back now, it’s your final chance.
When the monster meets her maker, blood itself has sworn to flow, it ended there, I’m no longer a spectator. As she continues on the path I shown.
Quarter to six, my time has come, lived my live without a sunrise. This shall be my first and last one, my little girl will carry on, as I die…