The blood, the screams, the evil intention.
Outside, something fiendish is on the loose.
Saucy Jack's knife begs me for attention.
I oblige quickly; I'm out to seduce.
The blade digs in their skin so easily.
I was careless; the cops are on their way.
They lock me up with uncivilized glee.
To an Asylum I go without prey.
The terrified pleading - I miss it so.
I need it, to kill - to spill crimson life!
The gore, the thrill - my victims' fear aglow...
The Prince needs his daily. So does his knife.
Two cravings satisfied in one long slash.
The sacred royal blood flows from the gash.