Dark, Twisted and Cruel (feat. Paleface Swiss)

Raoul, Duke and Buck, they are my crowd

Fit together like the shotgun, fits in Heminway's mouth

I carve down my plot, I write with your blood

I created this world, but first came the word

You have no light in sight

Just endless darkness to fight

The horror story comes true

I'm dark, twisted and cruel

I'm in the rain trickling down

I'm the sickness of this town

I'm the ants inside your walls

The quiet knocking on your door

It's not your story to write

Scratch out your words in the night

When the writer is in doubt

My turn to come out

I pillage and I murder, I'm hauling my loot

No need for drugs or booze

My nightmares are my muse

I swagger down the alley, I don't say please

The town is burning while you beg for mercy

I'll make you bleed

You have no light in sight

Just endless darkness to fight

The horror story comes true

I'm dark, twisted and cruel

You locked your house, but I'm inside

I count to ten and let you hide

I'm the knife cutting your blouse

The wicked whisper in your ear

It's my story to write

Ripping pages in the night

When the writer is in doubt

I just scratch out, scratch, scratch out