The Death of Jack the Ripper

	作词 : Ka-Spel
	She could smell his fear like black piss river; like
	knotted balls of wors rolling in the smouldering
	ruins of an abbatoir. Like suicide in Menstrual Lake.
	Like the open graves of Hell. She could smell in as
	she gripped the knife and held it to his neck.
	She could smell his fear as cries for help grew
	wings and trickled neatly into garbage cans. As 16
	crippled hands fumbled with his zip. Twisted. Ate him
	slowly . . . kissed him quick. The scarlet ghosts would
	flinch--a glimpse of stocking! Shock the Red Night blue
	and clean away the mess cos Jack is dead. JACK
	IS DEAD!! (And nobody knew)

	zuò cí : KaSpel
	She could smell his fear like black piss river like
	knotted balls of wors rolling in the smouldering
	ruins of an abbatoir. Like suicide in Menstrual Lake.
	Like the open graves of Hell. She could smell in as
	she gripped the knife and held it to his neck.
	She could smell his fear as cries for help grew
	wings and trickled neatly into garbage cans. As 16
	crippled hands fumbled with his zip. Twisted. Ate him
	slowly . . . kissed him quick. The scarlet ghosts would
	flincha glimpse of stocking! Shock the Red Night blue
	and clean away the mess cos Jack is dead. JACK
	IS DEAD!! And nobody knew