Hollow man or weaker man, so fragile so withdrawn. Hysteria that eats away like many years before. When darkness falls no one's safe near me; especially not those w****s. It was the same in 1968, sickening obsession beckons me once more. Closer draws the predator. I'm closer than you know. A step away so calculated; with retribution comes a hammer blow. A calculated ecstasy, the writings on the wall. Northern England's killing spree, forensics show f*** all. A five-pound note six interview's really the ripper knows the score. Stalk my prey they a***yse, in a mind that's deviated no one mourns a w****. Bodies piled in mortuaries, streets are gripped with fear, condemned by their indignity. With every breath I'm always near, A hammer I hate I'm resolute fear me, in Chappeltown I am Folklore.
An appalling piece of history, confessed to 13 of them yet so many more...
An appalling piece of history, confessed to 13 of them yet so many more...