Текст песни Born In A Fever

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 parts, to some it's meat, to me it's art.
I've taken my need, left her my seed.Bendiction - Born In A Fever - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bendiction/born-in-a-fever-lyrics.html
Autumn of terror, white chapel homicides.
Addiction for suffering, for all the whores that died.

"# ...I send you half the kidney I took...the other I preserved...
I may send the bloody knife that took it out, if only you wait a while longer"

Reveling at Lustmord, the second part of me.
Foreplay with a scalpel blade, my sexual activity.

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