Jon Licht: 
If you look close, you can see his disguise 
He's got the mind of a killer buried deep in his eyes 
It's a different mind than you and me 
One fueled by a pure sense of apathy 
Ta-Ta-Take blood just to get his fill 
He's got a demon inside he can't seem to kill 
Another day, another dead 
Slash his knife 'til he sees red 
There's nothin' left but a drop between glass to stay 
Another life is taken away 
But not in haste, or for waste 
Just in time for him to get another taste 
Lost in a state of mind 
Lost looking for another of his kind 
But his lonely mind is his only friend 
His lonely friend will be with him to the end 
And she sang 

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lonely whisper in your ear 
Saying the things you don't want to hear 
With a breath, you hear him say 

On this night, you will die this way 
You will die this way 

Jon Licht: 
Yo it's a chilly evening on the westside 
And X is snoopin around a double- wide 
All of a sudden, a [bad word] through 
Rita's makin dinner she wants you [bad word] too 
He doesn't get hungry when there's blood in the air 
This'll be quick he won't even know I was there 
Another day, another dead 
Something's wrong up in your head MR. X 
I gotta kill just to get some rest 
Another night, another bloody success 
Yo now it's clean-up time stash away the knives 
And the little brown box holdin so many lives 
I guess for some, it's easier to say 
Believe it or not, you gonna die this way 

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