Your running around....I've never misled.
Except when I'm the boom boom boom in your head.
My love is a war...and war is profound.
My name is still the only one they've never found
and you are weak and alone
Alone in my world
A world that's going boom boom boom have you heard?
In love with a wh***
The method is sound.
It's cold and calculated as a countdown.
And I don't really give a fuckin shit anymore!
Fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning....
Hey Hey pretty things can you say who I really am?
I'm the slick black cat in the bright just city!
True I haven't a care, so buyer beware
or next time it's boom boom life isn't fair.
I'll fuck with your head, you'll thank me instead
and promise my identity is left unsaid and
you can only agree.
Your like a grenade, I'll toss you into mayhem
While I'm getting paid.
Paid for your loss, a terrible cost
and one that I can seemingly never exhaust.
And I don't really give a fuckin shit anymore!
Fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning.....
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[Edited on Oct 07, 2004 10:56PM]