taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper

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 par', to some it's meat, to me it's art
I've taken my need, left her my seed
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